A little while ago, I received a cute piece of mail addressed to me. I pulled it out and loved it! Gold glitter and the promise of dancing on the tables? Yes, please!
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Then when I flipped it over, I was faced with this tragedy:
Everything was crossed out! My cruel MOH K was just taunting me! (The only things that weren’t crossed out were the address and her email, which I have blurred for privacy.)
I am super nosy and my sister knew it would drive me crazy! I tried to pull some info out of my other bridesmaids. No go. I think MOH K had scared them into silence.
My bridesmaids are wonderful and planned my bachelorette party to be the same day as my shower. Although it was a jam-packed weekend, it was nice because I only had to fly to Ohio once and it was the ultimate girls’ weekend!
We took quick power naps after the bridal shower ended, got dolled up, and were ready to hit the town! But first, MOH K provided everyone with a clutch because “every bach party needs an emergency kit!”
BM A, rocking her stunna shades
All the ladies were set! My survival kit had a few extra features, like some coral chevron pajamas and eyes mask (which of course I had to immediately try on over my dress).
We loaded up and headed to our first stop: Meiers, a local winery.
To be honest, I had never even heard of this place before. Apparently two of my sisters decided to have a “practice bachelorette party” a few weeks earlier where they so generously tested out all of the stops. They concluded that yes, I would get very drunk.
At the winery, we sampled a few bottles of wine and just kind of kicked back. I kept having these moments where I would look around the table and be in shock because all my world were colliding. (It was a mixture of sisters, cousins, high school friends, and college friends.) I image this will happen at an even bigger level the day of our wedding.
Next we popped over to my sister’s place for some dinner. It is an understatement when I say she had it DECKED OUT. It was like a happy golden glitter explosion. For my bach party, I told my sisters I didn’t want it to be expensive, I wanted to get drunk, I refused to wear a crown or sash, and I wanted glitter everywhere. They delivered.
Just a reminder, to dance on the tables…
Gold glitter chevron on the walls (and yes, some dancing)
As well as drunken HDRs (heavy, deep, and reals)
After some early shots, and plenty of wine, we were very ready for dinner. My sister put together the tastiest pasta bar! We had a ton of options and everyone made a plate, then MOH C threw it in the skillet for a minute or two. Holy delish.
And yes, it was labeled.
After dinner, things started to get a little silly.
MOH K and SIL K
The dancing continued…
I am a little sad, but my favorite part of the evening was not documented. When my friends and I get drunk, we like to play our own version of ANTM (America’s Next Top Model). Yes, we are grown women with big-girl jobs, but sometimes (out of the public eye) it is so refreshing to just be completely ridiculous. I was the judge and everyone at the party catwalked and posed up a storm. Apparently, I decided no one was any good, and I awarded myself first place.
Eventually, we did make it out to the bars, where the fun continued…
The whole crew
I wish I could keep them in my pocket and bring them out with me every Friday night.
How was your bachelorette party? Did your ladies show you the night of your life?