I am so blessed.
I haven’t updated about the wedding planning process in a bit, and today I plan to remedy that.
Since I last updated, I have been thrown two beautiful, delicious bridal showers and last weekend I was thrown one saucy bachelorette party! I am incredibly thankful and lucky to be surrounded by such swell people.
When I sat and thought about it, the tradition of bachelor/ette parties is quite amusing, especially in Brian’s and my case since we’ve been in a monogamous relationship for almost 10 years now. It’s a tradition like this that reminds me how much we’ve already been living the married life, and now we just get to throw a massive party to officially celebrate.
All the same, we didn’t pass up the opportunity to experience the traditional debauchery with our gender segregated peer groups!
How does one create the perfect bachelorette party, you ask? Based on my recent hands-on research, I have arrived at the optimal recipe.
Ladies need the accessories on any normal day. Brides need flashing signs saying I’M THE BRIDE! THIS IS MY DAY! NO ONE NEEDS ATTENTION MORE THAN I DO RIGHT AT THIS VERY MOMENT!
My bling came in the form of a stately white hat, complete with a veil, a sparkly sash like I just
won beat up Miss America, and a classy plastic shot glass necklace. No one was going to ignore me if they could help it.
2. Pleasures of the flesh
Some brides-to-be need to get some nasty out of their systems by admiring glistening pee-pees flying about under pulsating lights. That’s cool, I get it. I watched Magic Mike with Depends on to get my fix.
As for me, I am saving myself for Shirtless Ryan Gosling, so instead, my ladies spoiled me with a full body massage (given to me by the masseuse. phrasing.), and I nearly cried on the table I was so overcome with stress leaving my body. Seriously, I wanted to cut off this lady’s hands and take them home with me, they were so magical. They totally would have fit in my purse.
After I spent about 10 minutes drying my tears and wiping the goo off my body (phrasing?), we progressed to the third stage of bachelorette-ing.
3. Gastrointestinal delights
My ladies and I then went to a leisurely late lunch where I stuffed my face with carbs and then had some gelato so delicious I cried some more for good measure.
We were generally obnoxious in this slightly fancy pants restaurant, being loud and getting up to take pictures.
I’d also like to take this opportunity to apologize to the poor, shy bus boy who had the misfortune of having to deliver appetizers to our table. I know some good therapists, kid. Call me.
No bachelorette party is complete without making a complete fool of yourself under the influence. Not one. You wanna fight about it?!
My ladies knew of this hecka rad speakeasy, that actually used to be a real speakeasy, and you needed a password and everything. We felt special and smug.
We were led inside to this smallish room lined with books on one side and very furry red velvet wallpaper on the other. Wobbly 20s clarinet music wafted through the stale air. At first, it was so dark before my eyes had time to adjust that I probably looked drunk just stumbling around for a place to stash my jacket. The irony of having tons of real books (we checked) but not enough light with which to read them was not lost on us, in case you were wondering.
My people kept me well watered that night. At least, I assume the drinks that magically kept appearing before me had more to do with my friends and less to do with magic…even though it felt like I was in the restricted section at Hogwarts.
Now, careful when mixing ingredients 3 and 4, because you don’t want to be reacquainted with all the carbs, gelato, and lobster rolls; those trysts were meant to be one night stands, not rageful ex-lovers returning to throw rocks at your window.
Needless to say, I had a blast and now (after some recovery time including moaning the obligatory I’m never drinking again…) it’s full steam ahead to the Big Day!
So exciting… and such a fun group of pals!
Yup, I’m pretty lucky :)
Fun! Now I really want gelato. Things that are Lyssa’s fault #98765623 (because you do a lot of stuff.)
That sounds perfect! I kind of feel like I need a second shot at the bachelorette party. I was 21 when I had mine and had nothing to let off steam about yet, haha.
Renew your vows and go have another one!
Nice!! I did not have any bling for my bachelorette party, but that’s because I told my ladies, “If you make me wear a hat, a tiara, a sash, or anything else, I will kill you.” But we did everything else–the spa services, the food, the booze. But we WERE in Vegas, so we sort of had to. Sounds like you had an awesome time!
You bring up a good point. I forgot to add that rule number one is that you do whatever the hell the bride tells you to.
I hope the groom-to-be, Mr. Rocketeer, gets a brass band-themed bachelor party. Or he is more of an Oom-pa-pa kind of guy? Either way, it sounds like you had a blast. :)
I think his was booze themed.
I love that photo of you in the midst of the brass band. That’s a lot of happy!
And a lot of not knowing what to do with my hands….
Tell me one person who has ever figured out what to do with their hands in photos? Apart from that guy that was squeezing Janet Jackson’s boobs that time.
You got me!
Perfect timing for me! I am throwing a bachelorette party next weekend, which I have never done before. I feel more confident now that I have all of these covered!! :-)
Damn, that’s a seriously awesome bachelorette party. And 10 years?! You guys have been together longer as unmarried people than some people are as married.
Right, we’ve pretty much grown up together. It’s too cute for words, really.
How long is it until the big day, perchance?
This sounds classy and fantastic. Well played, ladies. Well played.
I have some awesome friends indeed!