Saturday I was in Atlantic City for a bachelorette party. Charlene is my good friend Juliette's sister and she's getting married next weekend! I was so happy to be included and although we had a super fun time...I came to a shocking realization. I. Can't. Hang. But more on that later.
Charlene started by opening some presents...mine was an assortment of things to take to bed. I included a blanket, some candles, and um...some other unmentionables...wink wink!
|The Bride to Be|
|Juliette, Me, Charlene, Kelsey|
Latin Dancers at Cuba Libre---mental note: Learn to Salsa Dance!
Losing $32 on slots---mental note: Don't play slots, shop instead!
Dancing at a club where there are half naked girls in cages--mental note: I am old and should be nowhere near cages.
I felt so old and SO grateful to no longer be single. Between the bros and the hos I pretty much decided right then that a crazy night for me should consist of wine and a crazy game of Apples to Apples. So much groping, so much attitude, and so little tolerance for BS. It's a shame that I've gotten so old and boring, but dealing with weirdos who look like they should be on Jersey Shore and having my ears ring from the club music just isn't my bag anymore. Definitely a revelation, and I think I'm ok with it.
I'm so glad that I was able to celebrate with Charlene before her big day, and I hope she had a good time. Although something tells me it won't be long before she feels like an old married lady too!