I know, it has been 10 months since my Bachelorette Party and I am finally getting around to blogging about it…but I am DETERMINED to finish this wedding series!!
Since I live in Vegas, the land of the Bachelor/Bachelorette party, it would seem obvious that I would have my Bachelorette party in my own backyard. Unfortunately, I have seen (and made fun of) 1 too many of these club-hopping, penis-crown wearing, shoe-in-hand shenanigans to have my own here. Call me jaded.
Sub-note – I am not hating on anyone who has their bachelorette party here, I have been part of one, and I regularly give advice to those planning them. So party on ladies and gents.
Instead, I decided that I wanted my bachelorette party at the happiest place on earth. Disney. Yup, this grown-ass woman wanted to celebrate singledom getting’ shwasty with Mickey.
|Ok, so that’s Pluto, not Mickey|
Since all but one of my bridesmaids lived on the east coast, it seemed best for them too. After all, I was already making them fly to Vegas for the wedding!
I wanted to drink around the world at Epcot and then the rest was up to them.
When I was deployed, I ordered a bolt of tulle and some elastic and got to work making myself a fabulous skirt for my party (yes, I got a few funny looks walking around with a thing of tulle heading back to my dorm). It was incredibly easy to make, if not a bit time consuming, and I have decided that I would like a reason to wear it on a regular basis.
Oh, and I made myself a nifty flower crown too =)
Epcot was actually in the middle of its international food festival when we were there, so we ended up doing a bit more eating than drinking (oh hey wedding diet…)
It was fun being with a bunch of girlfriends and acting like kids. I only wish we had a couple more hours in the park!
Afterwards we headed back to the condo to change for dinner and dancing.
I opted out of the tutu for the evening and slipped into a fun Herve Leger dress.
Somewhere between dinner and the bar, we lost half of the bridesmaids as the decided they wanted me to look like a bachelorette after all and got me a veil and sash…and a bouquet of daisies that I had to generously distribute to the men in the bar.
|You make me feel like I’m living a (pre)teenage dream|
|My “why are you still here talking” face|
All in all, I would say it was a success. We were all in surprisingly decent shape the next morning but decided to down a hearty meal at Cracker Barrel just in case.