Moms at the Club
After having been together for seven years, Marc and I are finally getting married in a few weeks. Which means only one thing - lots of festivities.
I recently attended my bachelorette party. My maid of honor, my sister Jilli, put the whole thing together with the help of a few of my best girlies. We went down to Atlantic City, went out to dinner, played some games in the room, went to a club, and gambled. We had an amazing time - but at several times throughout the night it became extremely clear to me what a Mommy I am.
Here's some examples:
The Car Ride Down... I had a pocketbook pull of medications. Carsickness? I have Dramamine! Headache? Advil! Tummyache? Pepto-Bismal, Pepcid, and probiotics.
The Limo Ride... In all the glasses in the limo were glowsticks. So cool! We played with them and took a few pictures and some got thrown around. But before we got out of the limo, I picked every single one up and put them back exactly where they belonged.
At Dinner... As an appetizer we ordered calamari. It turned out that out of our group of nine, only two of us liked the calamari pieces with the bodies and tentacles. (Interestingly it was me and my sister. Family thing?) So I decided to talk my BFF of 27 years into tasting one of the bodies, she so appropriately named Ursula. Now in my younger years I would have wanted her to taste it because I found her repulsion hysterical. This time I wanted her to try it because I genuinely felt that she would love it and needed that motivation to try something new. She tasted it and liked it. Then two of my other ladies tasted it and they loved them too. They all realized that Ursulas are better then rings.
In Our Room... I was the only one who remembered to bring toothpaste. And mouthwash.
While Getting Dressed... I stared at my outfit in the mirror and wondered if I could get away with wearing my slippers.
At the Club... Well, I cleaned the table a few times. I made friends with a crippled guy because I felt sorry for him sitting sadly by himself in the corner. After Jill threw a cupcake at someone, I apologized to him. I also apologized to some guy who was trying to hit on her that she blew off. (I'm sorry dude, I just don't think it's going to happen for you.) When the strap of my shoe started to hurt, I had several Band-Aids in my mini-purse to fix it. I kept moving everyone's purses so they wouldn't get stolen. I thanked the VIP bouncer every time I walked past him.
Smoking Outside the Club... While the single ladies flirted, I had a conversation with Jim. He's been with his girlfriend for five years and they're two months pregnant. We talked about his feelings regarding finding out the sex and possible names for his baby. We also talked about his financial situation and his mother. (Shoutout to Jim in the striped shirt & his little bundle Payton James or Ryann!)
While Gambling... I bet $20. When I was up $10, I happily collected my winnings and called it a night.
In the night... I got up every hour to pee. And I checked on everyone while they slept.
The Next Morning... I was in a hangover fog.
The Next Day... I'm still in a hangover fog. And I got a kidney stone.
Two Days Later.... I got such a horrendous cold I had to go on the Z-Pack. That's when Marc jokingly told me I was never allowed to go out again...
I recently attended my bachelorette party. My maid of honor, my sister Jilli, put the whole thing together with the help of a few of my best girlies. We went down to Atlantic City, went out to dinner, played some games in the room, went to a club, and gambled. We had an amazing time - but at several times throughout the night it became extremely clear to me what a Mommy I am.
Here's some examples:
The Car Ride Down... I had a pocketbook pull of medications. Carsickness? I have Dramamine! Headache? Advil! Tummyache? Pepto-Bismal, Pepcid, and probiotics.
The Limo Ride... In all the glasses in the limo were glowsticks. So cool! We played with them and took a few pictures and some got thrown around. But before we got out of the limo, I picked every single one up and put them back exactly where they belonged.
At Dinner... As an appetizer we ordered calamari. It turned out that out of our group of nine, only two of us liked the calamari pieces with the bodies and tentacles. (Interestingly it was me and my sister. Family thing?) So I decided to talk my BFF of 27 years into tasting one of the bodies, she so appropriately named Ursula. Now in my younger years I would have wanted her to taste it because I found her repulsion hysterical. This time I wanted her to try it because I genuinely felt that she would love it and needed that motivation to try something new. She tasted it and liked it. Then two of my other ladies tasted it and they loved them too. They all realized that Ursulas are better then rings.
In Our Room... I was the only one who remembered to bring toothpaste. And mouthwash.
While Getting Dressed... I stared at my outfit in the mirror and wondered if I could get away with wearing my slippers.
At the Club... Well, I cleaned the table a few times. I made friends with a crippled guy because I felt sorry for him sitting sadly by himself in the corner. After Jill threw a cupcake at someone, I apologized to him. I also apologized to some guy who was trying to hit on her that she blew off. (I'm sorry dude, I just don't think it's going to happen for you.) When the strap of my shoe started to hurt, I had several Band-Aids in my mini-purse to fix it. I kept moving everyone's purses so they wouldn't get stolen. I thanked the VIP bouncer every time I walked past him.
Smoking Outside the Club... While the single ladies flirted, I had a conversation with Jim. He's been with his girlfriend for five years and they're two months pregnant. We talked about his feelings regarding finding out the sex and possible names for his baby. We also talked about his financial situation and his mother. (Shoutout to Jim in the striped shirt & his little bundle Payton James or Ryann!)
While Gambling... I bet $20. When I was up $10, I happily collected my winnings and called it a night.
In the night... I got up every hour to pee. And I checked on everyone while they slept.
The Next Morning... I was in a hangover fog.
The Next Day... I'm still in a hangover fog. And I got a kidney stone.
Two Days Later.... I got such a horrendous cold I had to go on the Z-Pack. That's when Marc jokingly told me I was never allowed to go out again...
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