There comes a time in every bride’s life when she climbs out from beneath the stress of seating charts, beauty appointments, and cake tastings to experience the luxury/insanity of a Bachelorette party. That time finally came for me and I basked in the glory of all of it. It started when my beautiful friend Michelle, one of the first comrades I made in NYC, invited me to her house for a glass of wine. I dashed over to her place expecting for it to just be the two of us and to my surprise I was welcomed with a boisterous "Happy Bachelorette" by nine of my closest friends and family. They all stood on her rooftop surrounding a lovely table of fresh flowers, delicious Turkish dishes, champagne, and wine with adorable buttons that read "hottie," "party girl," and "naughty." I was adorned with a hot pink Bachelorette sash and a crown that I reluctantly wore the entire night. In addition, we each received whistles in the shape of a particular part of the male anatomy and oddly enough I was more ok with that than the crown.
I was on cloud nine! The dinner was so thoughtful and I honestly didn't think there was more to come, but little did I know that was only the beginning. I was rushed from Michelle's Brooklyn apartment in a black truck to a venue in Midtown NYC with a sign that read "Hunkamania." I immediately cackled out loud and felt all of the blood in my body rush to my face. A MALE STRIP CLUB?!! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! It took me a minute to muster up the courage but I shook my head, took a deep breath, and jumped in feet first. It was hilarious. I didn't expect to laugh as much as I did. I don't think they intended for this to be funny but I couldn't take it seriously at all. Oiled up, muscle-bound men wearing the most ridiculous costumes and me making it rain like a rapper in a music video. It was "Magic Mike" the movie brought to life!
Once all the oil dried and the singles were thrown, I waved goodbye to all the "Mikes" and stepped outside only to find a hot pink stretch SUV limo waiting for me. It was decked out with suicide doors, neon lights, and bottles of champagne. A dream come true! I've always wanted to be escorted around town in the tackiest ride possible and my friends made it happen. We rode around the streets of New York screaming from the sunroof and cat calling to innocent bystanders (my mom would've been so proud). As we bar-hopped around the city, with a karaoke here and a shot there, I found myself taking in moments and feeling so fortunate. Amidst the scantily clad dancers and champagne toasts I thought about how these incredible people took time out of their schedules to celebrate me. This is the strangest time to appreciate your friends, but I couldn’t help but let them know repeatedly. I think the cocktails brought out the emotional side of me.
I was quite proud of myself for being responsible that night with my Invisalign treatment. I brushed after meals and even removed them when I drank mixers that were a bit sugary (as my dentist suggested). And most importantly I wore them the entire time; which, of course, none of my friends noticed until I removed them. I wonder if any of the male dancers could tell I was wearing Invisalign. I should have asked. That would have made for a very unique conversation. Ha!
Disclosure: I have received complimentary treatment from Invisalign in exchange for blogging about my bridal journey and treatment, and all opinions expressed are my own.