Let me start off by saying that I have never been to a bachelorette party in my adult life. I went to one for my aunt about 15 years ago but I played outside in the pool with my cousins while my aunt and mom celebrated my aunt's last day of single life. (disclaimer: My cousins were older than me and I knew how to swim, just in case there was worry!)
Friday night though, I attended my first "Last fling before the ring." The party was for my friend Vanessa, a co-worker and friend whose wedding I am in next month. As a bridesmaid I had hoped to help plan more of the event, but the Maid of Honor took care of things which, honestly as the one who plans everything, it was a relief. The decor was of course all phallic, with diamond glitter on the tables, balloons everywhere, girl power music, food, and alcohol. About fifteen girls were in attendance at Vanessa's house. Of those fifteen, I was one of three single women. Being single at a party where everyone is complaining about their husbands and boyfriends is bittersweet. Bitter because I am at a point in my life where I think I should be in a relationship and thinking about hitting in the dating game again. Sweet because, well, they were complaining about their significant others and the only person I have to answer to is me. "Priscilla, do you think you should have that extra slice of pizza? Yes, self. We deserve it!"
The bachelorette party did make me wonder about my future. Will I ever have such a party? Will it be something like the one I attended? (Probably not since I am less penis shaped everything and more "Can I get another round of wine for my girls here?") These questions are tough ones that most single ladies face. I mean, I am pretty sure this post is half of an episode of Sex and the City, so I can't be the only woman thinking about this.
Either way, I had a nice time, lots of laughs, found out way too much about my friend's, and had the most amazing cake pops of my life. (note to self: Hire Monica for all my events!)
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