Weddingbee Blog

Here’s a picture of my maid of honor and I. I must admit, I think I look pretty darn cute!

Mr. Milkshake and I share a common disdain for clubbing and bars. I feel like I’m always the only sober one in the gross, sweaty crowd of strangers watching everyone around me acting stupidly. I’ve learned to bring my earplugs (yes, earplugs) because it freaks me out if I’m unable to hear the next day. So when it came time for my bachelorette party, I knew exactly what I wanted:

good pie, for all my girlfriends to wear hideous dresses, and to go to what I call, “happy happy fun land.” In reality, I believe it is called Castle Fun Park, and it’s a good one hour drive into the valley from Vancouver. The place features everything from mini golf, to bumper cars, to batting cages, to old-school arcade games, and more.

We drove all the way to a super small airport in Chilliwack, BC, a town with a population of 70,000 people. There, I introduced my friends to the most fabulous pie I’d ever had (and I normally couldn’t care less for pie!). Then we were off to “happy happy fun land,” where we started out by playing an under-the-sea round of mini golf, under the glow of black light. I probably should have specified “hideous white dresses,” but everyone was wearing a little something that made them stand out anyway. One of my friends’ bra straps peeked out around her shoulders, and I enjoyed just how saliently they stood out with their purple glow. I liked how we had transferred all of our purses (pictured below) from hole to hole.

This hole on the putt putt course had something resembling a giant vagina, where my friend, in her fabulous pink dress, reenacted birth.

I want an excuse to do this again and again! The only friends I had in college were boys, and it was beyond fun for me to hang out with my girlfriends, some of whom I hadn’t seen in about seven years! It was almost like a birthday party, in that it gave me an excuse to hang out with all my girlfriends that don’t necessarily know each other. I love how they came from all walks of my life, and everyone had a blast. They found common interests in things like scrapbooking, and, surprisingly, two of them bonded over Dance Dance Revolution! At the end of the night we pooled all of our tickets together and were able to put them toward a handful of kazoos for everyone. I also walked away with a sweet little cow friend that I named “pig.”

Did you stray away from clubs and bars at your bachelorette party?