The bachelorette party (aka I didn't know it was possible to drink that much without dying)

It is Tuesday morning, and I am just now feeling completely recovered from my bachelorette party on Saturday. I had so much fun, but man did I pay for it on Sunday. And Monday. The day started early at the 12:30 showing of the Sex in the City movie.

The IPic theatre at Bayshore was pretty sweet, and the drinking commenced. (Yes, my grandma next to me came to my bachelorette party, because she’s awesome that way). I LOVED the movie. It was so good, I didn’t want it to end. I laughed, I cried, I was completely satisfied with the way things turned out.

After the movie, it was on to a margarita cruise on the Milwaukee River.

Here we are on the riverfront waiting to get on the “ship.”

I am kicking myself for not taking a picture of the boat, and the pictures from my camera on the cruise weren’t that great. You will have to take my word for it that it was very fun, and a great way to kick off the night. In fact, there were probably about 5 or 6 other bachelorette parties on board, so a lot of people must have had the same idea.

The cruise took us right past the Milwaukee County War Memorial, where we will be married in less than three weeks, so that was pretty cool.

After the cruise (and 4 margaritas later) we headed to dinner at Riptide. The only picture I have from dinner is my aunt with her giant plate of crab legs, so here ya go:

The food was delish, I had a lobster-stuffed catfish with rice and veggies.

After dinner it was time to say goodbye to most of my family; my mom, grandma, and aunts headed home. I was left with my cousin Kelly and my girlfriends to get wild and crazy. First stop was Moct, which happened to be pretty uneventful, and the only picture snapped was a self-portrait of all of us stuffed into one bathroom right before we left.

This is where the night got crazy-fun. We decided to head over to LaCage, which is a gay dance club. I had only been here once before (on my 21st birthday) and remembered having a blast, and it did not dissappoint.

I don’t think you can really tell from this picture, but these shots are on fire! (notice my huge bling too)

Now for my PSA: no matter how fun it may sound to do not one, but two shots of flaming 151, you will not think it so fun the next day when you cannot move yourself into an upright position on the couch for 12 hours straight.

This photo was snapped right after the shots and right before this happened:

Yes, that is me busting out some moves on stage with the gay men. This is only one in a lengthy series of embarassing photographs, the rest of which I am not even going to post. Let’s just say by this point, I was beyond hammered, and I don’t even know how these guys were holding me up.

We finally made our way home, and Kelly crashed on our couch. The morning after was rough to say the least. I am not a puker, in that I don’t puke ever, which I think made things worse because I still had alcohol corsing through my veins when I woke up at 10:00 the next morning.

Sunday in its entirety was spent perpindicular on the couch, a total waste of a day. By Monday I felt better and went for a run, hoping to sweat out any lingering hangover. I did feel better after that, but it wasn’t until I woke up this morning that I felt totally normal.

In the end, it was worth it. I had a total blast with the girls, some of whom I don’t get to hang out with that often. Now it is crunch time, as I am realizing how much has to get done in the next couple of weeks before the wedding. Yikes!

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One response to “The bachelorette party (aka I didn't know it was possible to drink that much without dying)

  1. And you are officially a BADASS for taking two shots of 151. I vaguely remember downing one on a few separate occasions and then it was lights out.

    And I love that you grinded on gay men. Your b.party was freaking awesome, including the fact that your grandma was there.