When you work at home for your parents and have little to no social life, you generally don’t wake up on a Saturday morning thinking, “Today, I’m going to crash a bachelorette party.” But the crazy/wonderful thing about life is that anything can happen.
The morning began as most do: With the alarm going off and making a disgruntled noise that kind of sounds like a dying cow. (“Mmmmmmmrrrrrrggggggghhhhhhh…”) A cup of tea and bowl of cereal later, I was still groggy. Despite this, I had places to go and people to see.
Actually, the only place I had to go was a wedding shower. One of my from-the-cradle childhood friends is getting married at the end of the month and, because I didn’t get an invite to the ceremony and reception (they’re keeping things small), I wanted to make the shower. I haven’t seen Steph in YEARS and knew my presence would mean a lot.
My mother (who invited herself along) and I arrived at the event fashionably late. I found myself in a gorgeous house filled with older women I don’t know well and girls I grew up with. In true post-grad fashion, everyone wanted to know what my future plans were. (Which is awkward when I myself am still figuring out the answer.) Still, it was good to see everyone. There were several friends I haven’t seen in years, including my old babysitter who got married straight out of high school. (Who had several stories to share about Child Amelia that were extremely entertaining.)
As the event wore on, though, I kept hearing little mentions of things going on after the shower was over. “Did you bring something for Steph to wear?”, “When we’re at the restaurant…”, “I picked out something fun for us to do later…” It was hard not to pick up on the comments, especially when they came from the girls my age. At one point, my mom came up and whispered in my ear: “It looks like there’s stuff going on after the shower. If you want to stay, I can pick you up later.” Of course, at that point, I had no idea what the vague other plans were and didn’t know if I was invited. To say all this made me uncomfortable would be a severe understatement.
I was ready to leave when one of my friends mentioned that, if I wanted to stay, she could drop me off on her way home. Although I had hoped to spend a relaxing day reading, watching Game of Thrones, and getting ready for another week of blogging, I knew that this was my in and that I should take it. So I said yes found myself unexpectedly attending my first-ever bachelorette party.
It was a fun afternoon, with all the quirky little bachelorette traditions. We went to a local restaurant and Steph wore a cute dress with a Barbie pink “Bride to Be” sash, complete with a tiara and shawl. Her sister-in-law had straws with big kissy lips and Batman themed edible necklaces. We shared appetizers, entrée, and deserts while discussing future plans and pressing Steph about any pre-wedding jitters.
Next to the place we ate was a hotel and, after giving the lady at the counter $5, we had open access to their pool and spa area. We milled about in the pool and hot-tub, splashing each other and playing variations of “Two Truths and a Lie”. (A game I generally loathe, but have been forced into enough times to know how to grin and bear.) We ended up being at the pool for the majority of the afternoon. When I checked my phone to see if I had any “Where are you?” texts from my mother (there were none), I was shocked to see it was almost five o’clock. The day had absolutely flown by.
It’s amazing what unexpected joys a day brings. At the end of it, I’m exhausted from all the social interaction and small-talk (#introvert), but I’m so thankful for not only the chance to see old friends, but spend all day with them. It was so fun to talk about all the childhood memories, sleepovers, church trips, and gush about our hopes for the future. Most of all, it was an absolute pleasure to celebrate Steph share her excitement about taking on the adventures of marriage.
Who knows what kind of adventure I’ll land myself in next Saturday?