Two weekends ago was my bachelorette party and Mr. Farmer’s bachelor party. Since all of our close friends are standing up (and quite a few hadn’t met each other) we decided to have a joint party instead of separate ones. It worked out better for us and our friends to do it this way, and hey—it’s my party, I can do it however I want.
The Friday before the big day we packed Mr. Farmer, Best Man N, Bridesmaid K (also N’s girlfriend), and me into my car for a six hour road trip to Wausau, Wisconsin, my hometown. We decided to split the trip up and spent Friday night in the Cities (Minneapolis/St. Paul). While I was busy stitching in the front seat, Mr. Farmer was busy snapping ridiculous selfies (at a stop light, of course).
K is such a good sport.