Just a year ago, I was on a total wedding high from the wedding blogs to the bridal shower to the vendor contracts, planning for our September Sonoma nuptials. With spring peaking through, I thought back to the fun times I shared with my family and friends in putting this whole wedding shabang together AND celebrating my last few months of singledom. Initially, my bachelorette party was just going to be one night out in SF with my girls, but SF soon became a weekend in Las Vegas!
I hadn’t been to Vegas since I was 14, so I was pretty psyched when my best friend, D, organized a fun-filled weekend with buffets, clubbing (promoters and all), and pooling. The first day was like a mini reunion with all my good friends from high school and college coming together to celebrate with me. I felt like the luckiest girl in the world to have such awesome friends. That night, we grabbed a cab to Lotus of Siam, about a 10 minute drive outside of the strip, for the most amazing Thai food ever! Crispy duck curry, pad thai, pineapple fried rice, chicken basil, mango sticky rice (there were other dishes, but I just don’t remember them all)! Everything, and I mean EVERYTHING, was so good.
After dinner, it was time to party! D had organized everything with a promoter to get us into all the hot clubs this weekend. I was completely clueless. I just got dolled up and left the rest to D. First night was Marquee. We got to skip the line and go straight to the multi-level club. Not gonna lie, I felt pretty badass watching a line of jealous eyes gaze at us with envy and desperation. Back at the hotel, I was given a Vegas bachelorette list of items I had to complete before the weekend was over. A few items I was able to complete at Marquee: flirt with some guys for free drinks (so out of practice…), get them to draw a heart on my wrist, befriend a bouncer, rub several bald heads, and slap a few butts (with consent, of course). All in good fun! After the club, we played drunk poker until 6am in the morning before we hit the sack.
The next day was a day of recovery. Pool lounging, drinking, shopping, and eating. We had the most amazing buffet at the Wicked Spoon and stuffed our faces once again with sushi, pasta, prime rib, and chocolate covered strawberries. While all of us were noshing off our towering plates of food, D thought it would be funny to get one of the items checked off of my scavenger list. Piggy back ride from a stranger… Ugh… in the restaurant?…. with all these people watching?… D was firm and pointed to a group of guys sitting at a large table next to us. I reluctantly walked over and struck up a conversation. Ironically, they were all there for their friend’s bachelor party. They all came to Vegas from London, Munich, and some other European cities to celebrate their good friend’s last few days of freedom before his wedding in the French countryside. They were good sports and the bachelor chose one of his groomsmen to be the “piggy”. So, for 3 embarrassing minutes, I was thrown on some strangers back and carried like cargo through the buffet lines and tables around the Wicked Spoon. After finally being set down, we got to know all ten guys pretty well and left the Wicked Spoon wishing them a fun rest of their trip.
For the last night in Vegas, D had gotten tickets for Thunder Down Under, a must for a bachelorette party. We got great seats and watched a few Aussie men hump and grind giggling girls from the audience. Glad I was never brought up to the stage, but I did get a few pecks on the cheek. All in all, a fun show filled with bachelorette and birthday parties. After the obligatory strip show, D arranged for all of us to go to the newest and hottest club on the strip, Light at Mandalay Bay Hotel. The promoter got us free drinks and we walked past the line, that literally swerved into the hotel lobby, while sipping our strawberry vodka concoctions. The club was twinkling with lights and colors with dancing Nicki Minaj look-alikes on platforms throughout the dance floor. Electronic music was pumping, and drinks were flowing at the bars and the private tables surrounding the dance floor.
After an hour or so of dancing and drinking, I suddenly got really tired… I’m an old lady. Three of my other girlfriends, including D, went missing on the dance floor, and after 20 minutes of trying to text and call them, me and the others decided to leave the club for our hotel. It was 1:30 in the morning, so the night was still young. Moments after arriving at a hotel with our feet sore and our heads a little dizzy, my friend, E, asked me what I wanted to do. I was ready for bed, but since it was my bachelorette weekend, E would hear none of that. I made an offhand comment about how I wish I could I get a nice massage, and just like that, E was on her phone making an appointment for 4 people at a Vegas Chinatown massage parlor. I seriously have the best friends ever. We all got a full body massage while drinking bubble tea and attempted to reach out to our other friends, who were probably still at the club, to no avail. After our massages, we decided to walk a block to a Korean BBQ restaurant for some late night 3 a.m. grub. The tofu soup and BBQ ribs really hit the spot!
The next morning, I awoke to D sleeping soundly next to me and my other missing friend, J, passed out in the adjoining room in her cot. Whew! Everyone was in their beds. No one was missing. When I looked at the clock, it was 9:30 in the morning, and I was wide awake. I blame the east coast time change. My other east coast friends were also up in their beds, playing on their iphones or reading a book. While my west coast friends were still sleeping, me and those awake lounged in bed, catching up on everything that was going on in our lives from boyfriends to jobs. I really missed just hanging out.
When everyone was up, we all toasted to our final morning and the end of my bachelorette weekend in Vegas. After checking out of our rooms, we all went to a bakery in the Aria and snacked on pastries, cakes, and smoothies while one by one, a friend would leave for the airport. Finally, it was just me and D. We were on the same flight back to SF, where I planned to stay for another 3 days to spend some time with my family before flying back to Boston. I finally got to experience a real girl’s Vegas weekend and it was perfect! Don’t know when I’ll be back for another crazy weekend, but memories from this trip should last me a lifetime!