Tuesday, September 6, 2011

The Post-Bachelorette Blues

This past weekend was my bachelorette party. Words can’t describe the amount of fun I had and how wonderful it was to spend the weekend with my best friends. It’s so rare that we all end up in the same place at the same time, so I’ve started to look forward to these occasions like I looked forward to Christmas and trips to Disney World as a little girl. Needless to say we all had a blast, and I’m hoping someone else gets engaged soon so that we can do it all over again.

I’m realizing that each time one of these wedding milestones passes I’m overcome with a sort of sentimental sadness at how quickly it all is over. I’ve spent the last year looking forward to my bachelorette party, and I swear I blinked and it was
Tuesday morning and I was hitting the snooze button, trading different parts of my morning routine for five more minutes of sleep. The only thing left to look forward to now is the wedding itself (let me just pause a moment to say: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!), and part of me knows that this will be exactly the case once that’s all over with, too.

On a lighter note, here’s a brief recap of the weekend:
  •         Champagne + Snacks + Gossip = a great Friday night
  •         Those same snacks the next morning = food poisoning
  •         A lazy afternoon spent napping and hanging out at the pool was just what we needed to prepare to do it big on Saturday
  •        We weren’t the only ones with the idea to have a bachelorette party Labor Day weekend (fast forward to bachelorette party dance off, where Liz takes second place)
  •         Finding someone else named Carl was by far the hardest thing on my scavenger hunt, with dancing on a bar coming in close second. Who knew these bar-owners would be such sticklers for safety?
  •     Liz, I think you have a phone call. 
  •         Don’t steal cones from parking garages.

I decided to go to Columbia Sunday so I could maximize my QT with Jessica before she headed back to Boston, and came home yesterday to this little souvenir collection:

Looks like the boys had an even crazier weekend than us girls. 


  1. First of all, there is no way the boys had a crazier weekend than us... you got yelled at by a parking lot attendant for crying out loud! That's pretty much like getting arrested. (ok, not really)

    This weekend was SO FUN. I'm so thrown off now, I just wrote an email saying that it was Monday. Yikes.