Last night I attended my first bachelorette party as a grown up. That's right. I am officially a grown up.
I have never attended a bachelorette party like the one I attended last night. Instead of drinking margaritas and eating fajitas to kick off the evening festivities we dined at a nice restaurant. I ordered scallops. We drank Pinot Noir. After dinner we lounged at a super swanky bar at Hotel ZaZa. The bride-to-be sipped on champagne vs the bride-to-be dancing on stage at Sammy's after taking multiple white wedding shots. I was at home by 11:45 snuggled up in bed with my husband and cute puppy instead of staying out until the wee hours of the morning. And what makes me feel really old??? I liked it.
I'm not saying I didn't have an absolute blast at prior wild and crazy bachelorette parties. I'm also not saying I'm not going to have any wild and crazy bachelorette parties to attend in the future. I'm just saying that I'm getting older. And I'm OK with that :)
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