I’ve been looking forward to the bachelorette party since Dale and I got engaged in September. In the last twenty years, my friends and I have moved to different states and started families and careers, but we’ve always managed to rally together when it matters. A zillion ideas juggled around for the bachelorette party, but the one that stuck? A slumber party.
Yes, ma’am. A good, old-fashioned, laid-back jammies and games slumber party.
There’s a time and a place for Vegas bachelorette parties (believe me, I remember have been to a few), but I had a few reservations about hosting mine there. First, the wedding is in Vegas, and I couldn’t very well expect people to travel via plane twice in a two-month span for me. Also, as much as I may hate to admit it, I’ve gotten a little older, and my ideal party standards have evolved. I mean, I’ll be thirty-five in April. If I spent an entire weekend staying up until sunrise with an enormous gold-plated bottle of RBVs chained around my neck (why no, I’ve never done this before*), I’d most likely spend the better part of the spring recovering.
My mind was set on a night full of friends and fun, but still be low-key. A reason for my friends to be in one room together in which we can talk and laugh? Sold! My best friend Amber’s family owns a beautiful property overlooking Lake Tenkiller, and when she offered it up for a girls night, I couldn’t hop on it quickly enough. From there, everything materialized — a fiesta-themed (because it’s fun to shake maracas and because Mexican food can be pretty easily veganized) lingerie shower and slumber party at the lake.
The party included golf carts races and dancing and card games (does Presidents & Assholes count as a card game? asking for a friend). We also brought Dream Phone and Perfect Wedding to entertain ourselves. I realized how much I missed everyone being in one place, laughing as though we were twenty again, without any of the responsibilities or worries that grown-ass women tend to acquire. The weekend was such a great break from the everyday, and I’m so thankful for everyone who came.
And check out the best shirt ever. My long-time friend Meagan owns My Other Half, a clothing company that refurbishes (and personalizes) vintage apparel. As a gift, she dyed a flannel and personalized a shirt for me — Mrs. Benfield! Wait, what??
Now we’re only 37 days ’til go time. Pardon me while I go vomit.
*I have most certainly done this before.