I just got back from the first bachelorette's party I've been to. I'd shied away from going to a couple of these earlier, because I never knew the people that well, and didn't feel all that comfortable. But this one was for a really good friend, D. I knew most of the gang through her, and there was no missing it.
If you ever looked disapprovingly at that group of raucous, loud girls on the street, today I was part of one such ensemble. And it was so much fun. We got together at a restaurant, where everyone gave D naughty gifts and pranks, and things were starting to get pretty loud right then. After dinner and drinks (D had to drink hers through a rather obscenely shaped straw) we moved on to the streets, playing a game of "dares" where each girl had to enact a dare based on the card she picked. Most of the time these involved approaching a random person on the street and asking for something. There was loud hooliganism, cat-calling, and what not. Twelve loud girls on the street is not a sight to miss. D was wearing a sash that proclaimed her bachelorette status, so most people got the drift. We went about rounding up unsuspecting passer-bys for some fun. Most of them were sports, some of them shirked us off and walked away. I live in a small town, and if you've lived here long enough, you cannot walk around downtown without running into someone familiar. Soon enough, I ran into a couple of kids I might've taught in some class. They looked aghast to see me as part of this gang. Later, I bumped into another friend and his wife, who waved at me rather shyly, while I was all smiles and waving a big HEY. :D It was funny to see him scurry away, with a look that said "I don't know her". We settled at the next bar where we played another silly girly game, and the bartender there treated us all to shots on the house. Our boisterous group got only more unruly, but he didn't seem to mind at all. We spent time chatting, cracking silly jokes, and laughing our hearts out, giving D the best time she deserved, a few days before her wedding. We then proceeded to the next place, not without a good amount of time invested in arguing where we should be going next. The last memory I have of screaming myself hoarse like this was when I was travelling with a bunch of people on a girl-guides camp. I almost lost my voice.
More fun was had, more jokes, giggles and secrets were exchanged at the next place. It was a week-night, and everyone had to report to work the next day. So as much as we'd like to stay outside and party, we had to all begin to head home. But D was happy. She had only expected a dinner and didn't expect all of us to turn up and let our hair down like that. For a tuesday night, this was indeed some night. And I'm glad I went, and got to be a part of this fun.
Here's to D, may she and her soon-to-be-hubby have the best of times ahead!