I’m a non-traditional bride-to-be planning a casual, country, offbeatish wedding. Not a fan of the traditional wedding shower idea. Or the traditional bachelorette party idea.
Now don’t get me wrong…I can’t WAIT to have time to celebrate with the people I love. Women. Men. Kiddos. All of the above. So heck yes I want to have some sort of a wedding shower, but not for ME for US. Couples time together with our friends/family. As for a bachelorette party? Well, I’ve been known to help plan quite a few theme parties that started out at Cozumel and wandered around Allentown, but now when I think of MYSELF? I just don’t know…
What I do know however, and this is the point of this post…is that I never, ever, ever want anything that would require an invitation with…high heels, the color pink, pole dancing, strippers, fancy pretty drinks, animal print, lingerie and the idea of one final fling before the ring? GOOD GRIEF! I know I’m an OLDER BRIDE, gonna be 38 when I get married. But even when I was 28 I wasn’t this girl…to each their own I guess.
For mine, we went to a concert (I want to say it was some famous 1950′s or 60′s Motown type group that was in town – but I honestly don’t remember!). Then we went out for cocktails. Very low key. I always thought the whole stripper and crazy female night out thing was sort of tacky…but that’s just me. Some people enjoy that sort of thing. My husband’s friends threw one for him. I still remember that they sold tickets, and the name of the event was “The Mighty Have Fallen.” LOL
Well, my sister was only 24 when she got married, and we went to Friday’s with a half-dozen of her friends. We’d wanted to go to Yuk-Yuk’s, but they’d lost their liquor license the day before and were closed. My point is that even the younger set isn’t into that whole “final fling” scene. My sister was very explicit in her instructions that there were to be “NO wagging wangs” at her party. She was, however, required to drink out of a straw shaped like one, and to wear deelie-boppers featuring miniature versions, and was also handcuffed to an inflatable likeness of her future husband, complete with turban and sword (he’s Punjabi). She drank a lot, we ate a lot of yummy food, and at the end of the day we were home and in bed by midnight.
Juxtaposed against the party I’d been to six months beforehand where I was dragged out into the middle of a living room and tossed about by an overly tanned, muscle-bound, thong-clad, oily dude named Sage, I prefer artichoke dip with a girl wearing penis antennae.
So no – you’re not the only one.
I’m just doing a wine tasting, and all of my girls are (thankfully!!!) out of that party stage. So my expectation is that we better not…will not…be that group of dumb-dumb girls at the wineries. I hope it will be fun, and I love the idea of sweats and artichoke dip! After months of dieting and exercise, I’m sure that would be heaven!
If my sister does that, I swear to god, I will kill her.