Even if a bachelorette partyis not in Vegas, does the saying "What
happens in Vegas stays in Vegas" still apply? I'm going to assume, for
my purposes, it doesn't.
This bachelorette party
doesn't have too much juicy gossip, besides the fact that we got kicked
out of a winery and got told off at the hotel pool for cursing (you'd
think we were at the bachelor party!).
But let me start from the beginning. The day before the bachelorette party I flew into San Francisco where I spent the afternoon tagging along with my cousin T, the bride, to her hair and nail appointments (don't worry, she bought me chocolate to keep me from getting grumpy!). I went out there for her bachelorette party that weekend, and two weeks later, her wedding. For the first week I stayed at her place (which isn't really hers but her in-laws' one-story house already packed with 2 sons, 1 soon to be daughter-in-law, and an exchange student), getting up early to stick with my east coast work schedule.
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| At least we did see some gorgeous scenery |
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| Shots in the limo could have contributed to the drunkness so early in the day |
On Friday night her fiance's bachelor party entourage plus T's to play some exhilarating boy v. girl Pictionary. Surprisingly the boys won. In our defense, we had to be up bright and early the next day to head to Napa (Sonoma actually), so by 10 p.m. just 3 points behind, we set aside our feminist urges of continuing the game in order to beat the men, and went to bed.
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| All the girls looking great, before we were asked to leave |
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| The last winery |
So on Saturday, there we were, eight of us girls on our way to Sonoma, in two cars with 10 suitcases - we were staying for one whole night! Of course we had to figure out seating arrangements beforehand since, as I was filled in by T, not everyone got along. As the only one from out of town I was able to strategically place myself in a matter of seconds so the maid of honor wasn't in the car with E nor M, while BFF's E and K rode together. Perfect.
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| Chilling after a day of touring the wineries |
We got to Napa a little late, but our limo driver was waiting patiently. We headed to a champagne winery which served us four different champagnes, and as it was only 11 a.m., we promptly got tipsy. Even though we threw lunch in there, by the fourth place we were properly drunk. Which is why it should come as no surprise that our exit from the last winery came after a longwinded conversation between the bride and the manager. Back at the hotel wasn't any better with T still recounting the story for all of the pool guests to hear. After ordering another bottle of champagne from the hotel in a drunken rant, we decided all of us, and T especially, needed a nap. And as you would assume from a two hour nap at 6 p.m. nap, it was a struggle to rally the troops after that. We managed to get a late dinner at the hotel restaurant, but then just decided to hang in our rooms, wondering what the boys were up to on their bachelor party during gay pride week in San Francisco.
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| Breakfast Sunday morning at the hotel |
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| My fabulous huevos rancheros at the Marriott restaurant |
