Look, it’s my bachlorette party!
Just kidding. Actually, my bachlorette party was more like this:
Okay, okay, actually it was like this:
Up in the Catskills, where those oldest wonderfullest friends of mine took me for a weekend escape, the most risque thing I did was sleep in a super bed for debauchery. It was only afterwards, once we’d returned to the city, that we indulged in my newest favorite thing, Yolato, and everyone’s all-time favorite thing, nudity.
The weekend was refreshing and nostalgic and lovely, and I’ve hardly had time to think about it (let alone blog) since. Too much to do! After feasting with a friend n her parents into the wee hours last night, I had to rise at 6:45 for an office day trip to Connecticut: 8+ hours on a bus for 4 hours of New England sun — fun, but an investment in bonding that I’m not eager to repeat anytime soon.
And Friday afternoon I get back on a bus to toodle off to DC for the weekend while Mr. Ben has his bachelor fun in Philly. After that things will calm down for a bit. Or, um, until the wedding, I guess. Which is really *awfully* soon …