While celebrating my lovely cousin’s bachelorette party in Chicago this weekend, I re-learned three important things.
1. I’m too old for this.
2. I’m too old for this.
3. I’m too old for this.
It took a lot of pep talk to get us all out to a bar Saturday night, simply because pajamas sounded appealing. I’m pretty sure nothing says, “we’re not 21 anymore” more clearly.
On Saturday morning, I piled into an SUV with the other ladies and made the three hour trip up to Chicago. We managed to check in to our hotel, find the nearest liquor store and have a little pre-game before we headed to Wrigley Field for the Cubs vs. Pirates game. Because, obviously, nothing is more fitting for my cousin than a little sportsball action during bachelorette celebrations.
Since the forecast called for rain all day in Chicago, we were pretty certain we were going to end up wet and miserable while chilling in the Budweiser Bleachers. Turns out our Weather.com apps are crap, since it was nothing but blue skies and sun the whole time. And miraculously, even without sunscreen, not one of us burnt. It was like the bachelorette party Gods were smiling down upon us.
And why wouldn’t they, when we were accompanying this pretty lady?
Following the game (Cubs win!), we headed to Taverna 750 for dinner (and Fireball shots, but who’s counting?). We had an amazing waiter, and more food than we could ever possibly eat. As in I’m pretty sure we ended up cancelling part of our order, and we took four uneaten boxes of food back to our hotel room.
This is the part where we really wanted to stay in our room and chill instead of go out. Like, seriously, When did 27 become the new 80? But, we’re tough. We played a few party games, put on some heels, and headed out to a night club to get our dance on in the name of the future Mrs. Kight.
We were pathetic. Our dance moves included shifting our weight back and forth, and booking it for the first table we saw. How we managed to stay out until 3:15 a.m. CENTRAL TIME, I’ll never know.
It was probably the God-awful vodka/RedBull shot.
The next morning, we all managed to drag ourselves out of our hotel by check out. I mean, we’re old… and we just don’t recover like we used to. We literally took all day to drive home. Between dropping the MOH off at the airport, fast food, and a necessary stop at Albanese Candy Factory… well, let’s just say Shanna got to Washington D.C. two hours before we made it home.
But, we had a blast. A classic bachelorette party, mini-girl’s getaway, and even America’s favorite game. Talk to me in a week, and I’d probably be up for it again. 😉
Off topic: does car sickness develop with age? I never had a problem before, but recently if I’m not driving… I’m struggling. Make that thing No. 4 I learned this weekend…