I was a little sad earlier in the week when I thought that I would miss this rite of passage (though I never envisioned a traditional bachelorette party). No one was really game, and plus we already had the couples pre-wedding non-shower party and my bridal shower.
But last minute, my sister came down from New York, and a few friends who happened to be around rallied.
I just wanted something low-key, to eat my favorite foods, relax, and enjoy a casual farewell to single-hood (and to some extent the activities of my youth?) celebration. This is what you call an old lady's bachelorette party.
It started off at my favorite neighborhood eatery, Hank's Oyster Bar, with my sister and friend, Andrea.
Eileen came to join us as we sat down for a light dinner on the patio.
My favorite food in the world is fries...and oysters...and Champagne. The combination is amazing. I wouldn't typically indulge in this (combo). And a week before the wedding -- it could have been a bad situation. But we were celebrating, so I took the risk.
It was such a beautiful evening. We decided to go to Adams Morgan to have drinks on the rooftop of Perry's, one of my favorite bars.
Michelle joined us at that point.

And we enjoyed some sparkling blanc de noir...
The gentlemen there found our "bachelorette" party amusing.
One young man--we'll call him, Vince (because he looked and sounded like a young Vince Vaughn)-- was very entertaining! He regaled us with stories of the Midwest and his hard-living ways. See demonstration below.
He hung around for a little while, and when someone asked, "What are you, in to Asian chicks or something?" He held up his Sapporo and said, "Who IIIIIISN'T?!" Oh, boy....but I honestly think this little Irishman did not actually have the Fever. He was just indulging a bunch of cougars.
The ladies went home around 1am and left my sister and me to fend for ourselves. Don't ask me what she's doing. I have no idea.
My last indulgence was a late night jumbo slice. I hadn't done that in YEARS.
It was so gross!
The next morning my sister left, sans hangover, and gave me a rehearsal bouquet she made out of the tissue and ribbon from the bridal shower. Perfect.Au revoir bachelorette-dom!!!





















