The Bride? Oh, wait…that’s me.

I survived my bachelorette party!

Suffice it to say, there was penis cake, penis whistles, penis straws, penis utensils, a sex toy party, 80s accessories (including fingerless gloves AND hair mascara!), my red snakeskin heels, a very cute purple clutch, and lots and lots of wine.

There was also dinner at a waterfront seafood restaurant, and traipsing through downtown Richmond.  There was tequila and soco and lime and vodka-cranberries.  I totally re-lived my earlier 20s by dancing to Britney Spears AND falling down on the sidewalk.  Hey, you only live once, right?

All in all, it was a glorious time, and even though I had the Headache From Hell the next day, I wouldn’t have changed a thing. 

I had several moments where I had to make myself remember that this was about me.  For example, when the waitress asked “so who is the blushing bride?”  I sat there quietly, then thought “oh!”  And then I had this moment on Sunday when I realized “Holy shit, that’s it.  All the pre-wedding stuff is done.  Now it’s time for the wedding.”  As in, I’m getting married soon.  REALLY soon.

18 days.

Hoooooooooooooooooooly Fuck.  I can’t wait!