Thursday: My cherished friend and bridesmaid, Laila, was scheduled to arrive at LAX around 9pm. Her flight was an hour late, so I killed time shopping for cocktail dresses at Nordstrom Rack. I had three upcoming cocktail dress-required events in mind, requiring three different dress aesthetics: (1) something mildly scandalous for my L.A. bachelorette bash, (2) something vintage-y and tropical for a 1950s-Cuba-themed engagement party, and (3) something casually elegant for a bridal shower. I brought about a dozen deeply-discounted possibilities into the fitting room, and managed to cover the mirror with my sweater. Based on what I could actually zip up, I left with one slinky bachelorette option, and - amazingly - a casually-elegant-vintage-y-tropical dress that would work for either the engagement party or the bridal shower. Decisions, decisions... While purchasing said dresses, Laila texted to let me know she'd landed, so I picked her up and headed to Westside Tavern (my all-time favorite L.A. restaurant/bar) so we could catch up over gourmet cocktails. What a treat!
Friday: Bachelorette insanity ensued. Laila and I worked from home for the morning, but at 2:30 we headed in separate directions: I went to a hair & makeup appointment with Sarah, the bachelorette hostess + my grad school bosom buddy, while Laila braved traffic to pick up my sister, Hanna, at LAX. While at the salon, I asked my hair stylist and makeup artist to go "Miss Piggy" on me, with bouncy curls and big lashes. It felt weird to be so fully "styled" without mirrors, but I watched Sarah being beautified and figured, if I looked half as great, I was in pretty good shape. Thanks for treating, Sarah! You rock. :)
|My eternal inspiration whenever aiming for a glamourous look...|
|Slinky dress + feather boa, sash, & tiara!|
Scandalous detail: At Hamburger Mary's I was required by the bawdy MC to compete against a few other bachelorettes and birthday girls in a mildly embarrassing "booty-shaking" contest. Guess what: I won!!! (Note: the winner was declared based on vocal audience support, not talent. Several of my friends actually lost their voices cheering for me, which helps explain my coup.) Interesting to observe a table full of highly-educated, avowed-feminist women screaming their lungs out to encourage their friend's booty-dance... a musing fit for another day.
After the show, we headed to a nearby dance-club to bust a move to some Top-40 music. By 2am we were all safely in bed, asleep with wistful smiles on our faces.
Evening highlight: After last-call at the dance-club, I found myself loitering around outside of the club while we waited for our ride to show up. Out of nowhere, this barely post-pubescent acoustic boy-band called "The Bro Code" started serenading us with the late-90s hits of my youth. I was in heaven! Here's a taste of what we heard:
Closing note: On Saturday I was feeling a little worse-for-the-wear from the prior night's festivities, so I decided to fill up on food at dinner, and then again at the movie. This "replenish nutrients" strategy has worked for me in the past, but it wasn't the right approach this time. I'm guessing it was the combination of sub-par sushi followed by a bucket of buttered + cheese-dusted movie-theater popcorn. Looking back, I don't know what I was thinking....
TO BE CONTINUED!
Do you have any special bachelorette memories? Scandalous details? Highlights? Did I miss out on anything by forbidding all "penis paraphernalia" from the party?
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