I TRIED TO PARTY LIKE IT'S 1999!

So, yesterday morning, I decided to sleep in! I woke up at 10am, went downstairs, and Dana made me a breakfast sandwich. I started to feel a bit nauseous and went back up to bed until 1:30pm. YUP!! It was the aftermath of my bachelorette party! Let's just say though my mind wanted to believe I was still 25 years young, my body doesn't recover as quickly as it used to! Thanks to my sister, best girlfriend and 10 other fun gals who joined me for a great night of girly fun as I count down my final days as a single woman! What is it about the need to draw attention to ourselves for one night, so people can tell you, "Don't do it!" or the opposite reaction, "Congratulations!" You are supposed to play silly little games, complete with dirty topics and innuendos throughout the night, all while wearing a humiliating get-up...in my case, a "bride-to-be" tiara, white floral bouquet, big white feather boa, and a necklace with a questionable object dangling from it. But, what the heck?! I am a ham, never really was a shy gal, and as each margarita went down, the liquid courage presented itself, and by the end of the night, I was on my barstool singing "Sweet Caroline" in an Irish Pub with several other patrons, who for one night in your life, are willing to plant kisses on you and pose for pictures with you and all become your best friend! I had a blast, and for a few hours, I felt about 10 years younger and forgot about all the panic of last minute wedding details!

But, back to reality! 12 days to go...I think I need a margarita!