You guys might remember when I outlined the details of how my friend Hannah was victorious in catching the bouquet at my wedding. I carefully selected the word “victorious” only because you might also remember that my twin brother desperately wanted to catch that bouquet. It was a hot commodity that night. Well, because Hannah is engaged (because of the magical power of that bouquet), her friends (me included) finally got to experience the best part of someone getting married: THE BACHELORETTE PARTY. I don’t know about you guys, but I always suffer minor anxiety in the days leading up to a bachelorette weekend. Will I like the other girls? Will they like me? Will I be able to party as hard as them? Ya know all that self-conscious NONSENSE. I say nonsense, because I almost ALWAYS end up having the best time. Isn’t funny how people who pick you to be their friend also pick other really cool people to be their friends?
The weekend immediately started off right in Galveston when I got to shovel several gummy bears in my mouth for no reason at all.
My mom is feeling really proud right now. I can feel it through my screen. Mom, remember how I never went on The Bachelor? Focus on that.
Despite the alcohol-soaked sugar-laden candy, we had a pretty chill first night. Which was good. Because the second WAS AN ADVENTURE, to say the least.
Mardi Gras took over Galveston this weekend, which turned the bachelorette party into a REAL PARTAYYYY, if ya know what I mean. We started by
catching begging for beads on the street. Oh and buying masks.
I’m the creepy one in the cat mask. Reasons are obvious, so I won’t elaborate.
A closer look.
An even closer look.
And just to top off the cat theme, here is the only float in the parade I managed to photograph:
Then I saw this guy, so obviously I forced Hannah to take a picture with him. Again, no need to elaborate.
After all those activities, we decided to take a tad bit of rest back at the beach house.
Good thing, because we weren’t at Redfish Pool Bar 10 minutes before guys started buying us drinks. Have I mentioned I love bachelorette parties?
If you ever go to Nick’s/Redfish Pool Bar, get the stuffed jalapeños. Seriously best thing I have ever tasted. I’m not exaggerating. I could eat a thousand despite the spicy. I did not do vodka shots after like last time. I did take some fireball shots, because it was a bachelorette party. Is that a good enough reason? Thought so. But I waited a decent amount of time to let the spicy soothe itself to sleep. I’m obviously going to be a good mother.
We got a picture of the bride and our AMAZING bartender/waiter. He even brought that little bridezilla a heater per her request. JK, Hannah. Totally reasonable request.
One of our drink-purchasers:
Bride obviously having fun.
Again, bride obviously having fun.
SUCCESSFUL BACHELORETTE PARTY!!! Know what that means? A successful marriage ahead…right? Seems logical.