Wiggin' Out

I woke up this morning in quite a state. I was wearing a dress and one shoe. My breath and mouth felt I had eaten an old boot and my contacts were glue to my eyeballs. I was in a hotel bed with only a vague recollection of how I had gotten there. My head was pounding, my right quad was seriously pulled and I had more than a few unexplained bruises on my legs. What happened!?

Oh, that's right. I had just had the world's best bachelorette party on the planet.

 My sister and maid-of-honor Padrin had been planning the party for weeks. I knew NOTHING about it, except that my two sisters and 14 of my friends were going to be there, and that I had to wear white. Padrin and Prinna threw me a few loops by "accidentally" giving me a few misguided hints, and Padrin kept saying that she didn't know how to plan a bachelorette party, so I had absolutely no idea what to expect.

It started at a hotel. I showed up and got ready with Kelly and Madeline in their room and then headed over to Padrin and Prinna's room. I couldn't believe my eyes when I walked in. There were decorations EVERYWHERE. X-rated confetti, banners, TONS of food, a cake with a naked doll sticking out of it and coolers full of alcohol. But it was my sisters who were the best sight. They had black dresses on and these crazy wigs. They handed me a hot pink wig and I turned around to see Kelly and Madeline had also put on wigs. One by one, my friends showed up, each wearing a crazy wig. It was THE. BEST. THING. EVER.

We did everything I ever wanted to do at a bachelorette party. We ate, drank, played games and then I opened so many adorable presents of the lingerie-variety that I won't have to do laundry for WEEKS. But the night was just getting started. Figuratively and literally: It was only like 7 p.m. I was informed that I needed to put my beer in a travel yard glass, put on a bachelorette sash and a giant Buy Me A Drink button and we headed outside. I thought we were getting on the lightrail to go downtown, but instead this was waiting in valet for us:

It was a HUGE, PINK party bus! We got on and there was music, more alcohol and a stripper pole in the middle of it. My dream ride. We set off on the trip which would end up being hours of incredible amounts of fun, stops at bars, a few ungraceful spins around the pole, and at least one tumble by yours truly when the bus stopped unexpectedly. (Ah, now I understand the bruising...) It was CRAZY.

Man, it was the funnest night I've ever had. Seriously. And other people at the bars didn't hate us, either. They loved our wigged out group and people were buying us drinks and giving us high-fives. It was amazeballs. We got back to the hotel and I was in flip flops instead of my sky-high stilettos, my wig was in my purse and I was drunk and insanely happy. All these ladies made it the absolute best time ever, and I could never thank them enough; especially Padrin and Prinna who put it all together.

I just want to do it all again. After I recover from this epic hangover. You know what they say: The best nights are the ones that take days to get over. And this could take at least a week. Thanks so much to all the bestest ladies who made this such an amazing night! Totally made this whole wedding thing worth it! ;)