The weekend of May 3-5 bore witness to some historical events:
The Kentucky Derby, Cinco De Mayo and my Bachelorette Party. All were as equally classy, trashy and fun as
the others.
After hosting countless bachelorette parties as a group, I
was amazed at the creativity, thought and love that went into this
weekend. The theme was centered around
the trademark of Martin and my relationship:
red roses, Coors Light and all of our trips around the world. The first night in town (in Tahoe to be
exact), we celebrated all of the trips and distances Martin and I have had to
go through in our relationship through a progressive dinner. We enjoyed weiss wein gespritzers in
Switzerland, wine and cheese in France, beer and brats in Germany, shotskies in
Italy and an Italian Dinner at home in North Beach, complete with construction
hats for the renovations Martin and I had completed.
The second day started just as classy and thoughtful, with brunch
at the house and a few games…I embarrassingly lost the game that required I
guess the givers of certain presents, but I made up for it by winning the game
that questioned how well I knew Martin.
At the end of both games, all girls including myself were equally
inebriated. We had some down time
before dinner which resulted in a dancing aerobics lesson from Neff and McKane,
a quick visit to the neighbors for more ice and an introduction to ourselves in
ten years.
With one car load ready to go to dinner, a few of us went to
Sunnyside for one more drink before dinner while the rest of the girls got
ready. In hindsight, it was all part of
the plan. I was greeted at dinner with a
table full of Coors Light bottles with red roses and the girls serenading me
with something like this:
Although I am not 100% sure the delivery was as good.
The night continued to a bar where, being the majority of
the patrons, we owned the juke box. And
with complete control (much to the chagrin of the bouncer, bartender and five
other paying customers) we had our choice of songs to sing along to at the top
of our lungs. Whether intentional or
not, we may have sounded somewhat like this:
As a side note, we later went home and watched screaming
goat videos until we passed out.
The sing along and overall night ended with Dana and me choreographing
a dance to our favorite 1980s song “Two of Hearts” by Stacey Q in the bar
parking lot before being told it was time to go.
We officially ended the weekend like all good ones prior –
with a solid brunch and two pukers… I could have sworn it was a mellow weekend,
but looking back, I guess that isn’t quite true. Thanks ladies for such an amazing weekend!!
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