While I do try to include at least a few pictures with my stories…it was difficult finding some for today after promising to leave the bachelorette weekend film in the box…
I did find a few niblets though – the rest, you’ll just have to imagine.
So this was my first weekend as a grown-up (she says with air-quotes) on a girls’ weekend. Sure, I’ve heard of groups doing it…even been invited to a few…but have always found ways around it. The thought of spend a whole 48 hours with the same people crammed into a hotel room was just something I never thought I could survive.
Or maybe it was just that this particular group of people was the right one to give it a go with….
The occasion was to send Lori off in style to get married next month – one last trip to visit her Raleigh crew, although we took the party down to the shore. We ate like we would never be fed again. We drank enough to make sure we wouldn’t risk dehydration (hey, it was VERY hot out). We did fashion shows, traded shoes, curled each other’s hair and had pillow fights in our lingerie.
Some of that’s not true.
We did go on a two hour kayak tour – here’s my thoughts on that…DO IT. If you are ever in the Wrightsville Beach area, call up Hook, Line & Paddle and ask for a tour by Michael. You won’t regret it. Michael knew he was getting a bachelorette party. He didn’t know we weren’t 20-year-old hungover girls. He was happily surprised.
I really wish we’d had cameras on the kayaking – but of course, this was a purposefully undocumented weekend…