

After we left the Frontier Room, still licking BBQ sauce from our lips, my ladies and I prepared ourselves for the next activity of the night… KARAOKE! Seattle has several fabulous Asian-styled karaoke bars that feature private rooms, thus sparing your guests the embarrassment of singing in front of strangers, and submitting them only to the judgment of friends.
But first, we went in search of a liquor store to purchase a banquet license and some beer so that those of us who were of-age could consume “merry libations” whilst singing. Armed with directions, we headed six blocks to the south, passing Seattle’s famous Pike Place Market, and taking several wacky photos along the way.
The further south we got, the less likely it seemed that we were going to find the liquor store, and the more late this made us for our date with karaoke. Finally, after NOT asking for directions, I manned it up and went into an adult entertainment store (read: porn & toys) to look for help.
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The weekend before last found Mr. CP and I dragged apart by our well-meaning friends. We went willingly, of course. After all, it was our Lady/Man Party weekend!
We started out our Friday evening waiting for the Oregon contingent to arrive so we could get the party started. Mr. CP and one early arrival went out to the Elysian on Capital Hill to celebrate his graduation from the Seattle Uni Accelerated Nurse Practitioner’s program. CONGRATS, JUSTIN!! And I, well, I took a shower and drank some beers.
Once everyone arrived, it was time to let the games begin! In the spirit of the Olympics, the first order of business was a challenge. A little friendly competition for Mr. CP and I. A contest to see who was manlier.
See, I’m a bit of a tomboy and Mr. CP is a bit metrosexual. So it’s a toss-up as to who wears the pants in our relationship at any given time. The contest, our friends explained to us, was designed to test our masculine prowess by awarding us points in the form of “man cards” for various manly feats. These feats, given to us on a handy list, ranged from little things like drinking a dark beer to hilarious and awful things like chopping wood, getting a lap dance, and asking strangers if they bought their tickets to the “gun show” while flexing biceps. There were also freestyle points for “random acts of manliness.” YEAAAHhhh…
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My bachelorette party is this weekend and I can’t wait! My bridesmaid and FSIL have been planning the entire thing and I don’t have a clue what the plans are. My only hint:
I will be “wearing a white shirt (and it isn’t too embarrassing)” and there will be champagne!
My sister wanted to make something unique as a favor at the bachelorette party. She’s not terribly crafty, unless you are talking fashion, so it had to be something easily made but also inexpensive and fun. She came up with undies. She bought a variety of cute ones from Victoria’s Secret and had a custom stamp made online. She then bought some fabric friendly stamp pads and went to town. Here is my pair.
I wasn’t quite sure how to share the details from my bachelorette weekend. There are a lot of pictures of my friends in bikinis, drinking strawberry lemonade vodkas and reading Us Weekly. Other than a boat ride around the lake, we didn’t really go anywhere or do anything- and I LOVED it! It doesn’t make for a very exciting recap. There is one slightly NSFW image, however, just to keep you on your toes.
The party started when my sister (MOH) and I arrived late on Thursday night. Half of the other guests arrived on Friday and the rest on Saturday. My sister and my mom have been working on this weekend for the past few months. They had lots of surprises in store! First off, my unconventional bride shirt. Here is something that I will be happy to wear again and again.
As with many bachelorette parties, mine included an assortment of underthings from all of the girls. When we came back to the room from the cabana, I was surprised to see that our small room was opened to the suite next door, leaving a huge living area for us to continue the celebration.
After my Nana passed away last Friday, I was, of course, very upset and felt like it would be wrong to go out for my bachelorette party that was scheduled for the next night. I didn’t know how much I wanted to be celebrating after such an emotional and heartbreaking event. However, the more I thought about it, the more I realized that a night out with my girlfriends was probably just what I needed after a stressful and sad time. I had already requested something low key that wouldn’t break the bank for anyone, which ended up being dinner and drinks with 10 of my fabulous girlfriends, so we went ahead with everything as planned that Saturday night.
We headed to El Vez, a Stephen Starr restaurant in Philadelphia. Stephen Starr is known for owning some of the coolest restaurants in Philly, and El Vez is no exception. It’s a contemporary Mexican restaurant with perhaps the greatest guacamole I have ever tasted. (The pitchers of margaritas and sangria weren’t so bad, either!) I was surprised at how reasonably priced everything was, and it was the perfect atmosphere for my fun-but-not-crazy night out.
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Every element of my bachelorette party was a blast, but the games were what really took the cake! I thought I would share some of the games that we played, for those of you who are currently or will one day find yourself planning a bachelorette party!
The Spinner. So simple yet ingenious! One of my bridesmaid put together a spinner for me to wear around my neck the whole evening. The idea was to have the guys I would encounter throughout the night take a spin, and then perform that action for me! And each time, my girls would of course be documenting it by taking all these pictures. Embarassing, perhaps even mortifying, but definitely a ton of FUN!
And the guys were all such good sports…!

All I knew about this weekend, was that it was going to be my bachelorette - the rest of the details were a complete surprise. I have to say, the girls that helped put on the weekend, and the others who were gracious enough to attend, made it the best bachelorette I could have ever imagined.
I made sure to sleep in a little on Saturday morning because it was bound to be a long day ahead. Mom H picked me up at our house around 11:30, and off we headed to Dallas. I knew it was going to be a night event away, and had all of my things packed, when some of the bridesmaids started calling my mom and all I heard her say is “I’ll drop her off and then come meet you guys.” Drop me off? Alone?
Mom H pulled up to the Hotel Palomar, where one of my bridesmaids was waiting to pick me up and walk me to Exhale, their spa. She told me to check in, and once I was done, someone would come and pick me up.
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A close friend of mine is getting married today, so I wanted to throw her a mini-bachelorette-party. It was an all day affair, but I won’t go into the list of things we did that may not interest anyone, and if it does, you can always ask. That is, if I don’t disappear off the face of the earth again…
My obsession with turning everyone I know, with boobs and without, onto Agent Provocateur led me to give them a call about having all the girls go and try on things, and pitch in for our friend’s bridal set. I would have settled for a just letting them know they were going to be invaded, but what we got was so much better I had to share.