You guys. I’m getting married this weekend. In fact, by the time you’re reading this, I may already be married and suffice it to say, I AM ALL OF THE EXCITE. The DIYs are done. The booze is bought. All I have left to do is zip up that dress and marry the love of my life.
In the style of silly tradition, several of my favorite ladies ushered me into the world of the wedded with a bachelorette party for the ages last weekend. Being that I’ve always had far more guy friends than girl friends, this old standby left me a little nervous. “Please no penises. Please no penises. Please no … wait, is it actually ‘penii’? Either way, please none of them,” I thought. I should have known my bestie would do right by me, but the giddiness really set in when I found the second-most exciting dress of my bride-to-be journey.
“Hey, I thought this was the Broke-Ass Bride! That dress looks expensive!” Well, in another world, this to-die-for Kate Spade sparkledress was totally spendy, but in some broke-ass brilliance fashion, the borrowed dress was a whopping $30 from Rent The Runway. I was gifted a sweet $50 promo-code hookup and managed to snag the earrings as a bonus. Sparklez for days, y’all.
UPS dropped off the garment bag the Friday before the party and all I had to do was wear it, then swap out the pre-paid shipping label and drop it off by noon the following Monday. No muss, no fuss, just a lot of feeling fabulous and mugging for the camera.
As a lover of glitz, I knew I was going to have a great night, even though bachelorette parties aren’t really my “thing” … or so I thought. Part of me had been dragging my feet, muttering about gender stereotypes and societal expectations and wondering why these were even still a thing and if I could invite dudes. What I got was a killer reminder that, #duh, I know some really amazing women and I don’t celebrate with them nearly enough. Everyone came together using their respective skills and talents to make it a fun and totally creative night with plenty of quirks and inside jokes … including this glorious example of intentionally bad Photoshop that I will keep forever and display at my wedding.
I’ve struggled a lot with trends and tradition in this process, but I’ve come to realize that “tradition” hasn’t ever let me down. A lot of things, including the bachelorette party, have been … call it “modified traditional” and it just works. Going for an all-out, no-boys-allowed party gave me the opportunity to re-learn why I love these women so much, but just like literally everything wedding-related, you can do whatever you damn well please if it works for you.
I’m not telling you how to live your life, but I am going to tell you to celebrate. Celebrate everything! Even if it’s just a happy high-five, celebrate every little mundane moment of your love because this is it. This is forever and it’s freaking beautiful. Congratulations, everybody! Now I’m gonna go marry the love of my life. See you when I’m married!