Female Fight Club

This weekend we had a bachelorette party for my friend Jacqui who is getting married in two short weeks.  So of course, we did what any good friends would do, we had a female fight club.  We greased up and then surprise, we beat the shit out of her. 

Ok that didn't happen.  That would have been weird.  But the end result for how Jacqui was feeling might have been the same.

On Saturday morning we were all like this:

We contained our excitement and the first stop was breakfast.

The second stop was a winery.  No bachelorette is complete without a wine tasting! (Well that's my opinion.)  There is this one little winery close to Blue Mountain that we went to for my friend Michaela's bachelorette, and we had such a great time that they decided to go back.  

It's one of those wineries where every wine they bring out is delicious (I have been to the opposite where there isn't one wine that you want to purchase).  This made the purchase decision very difficult!  

Then it was off to Blue Mountain for the night.  It actually seemed to me like the weekend was more about eating than drinking.  We had three huge meals on Saturday and I think I'm still kind of full from it!  

I'm really not much of a drinker (shocker! my friends say).  But they always try to get me ridiculously intoxicated anyways.  They failed.  I win.  But I did drink an entire Caeser for the first time.  It wasn't bad, but wine is still my drink of choice.  

Oh and then it was gifts.  What could this be that she's opening? Any guesses?

Why it's a dickie sipper of course!  Aka a drink holder shaped as a penis.  Just what every bride needs an not awkward at all to drink out of.  Somebody put some straws in my purse that had little penis' around them and I get home and Ryan says "Is that a penis on that straw?"  Yes, yes it is....

What followed was a bit of drinking, dinner and hanging out at a bar in the Blue Mountain village, all of which I have no record on because it was time for the big camera to go away.  And I wore a dress and heels and I have no photographic evidence, which is upsetting.

And then the next morning we were all like:

Shhhh....Don't Tell

I want to tell a story about wine, but I feel that to get to that story I have to tell another one.  I'm going to wander back in time to October 2011, a year ago from this weekend, and let everyone in on a very private event.  My bachelorette party.  What happens at the bachelorette stays at the bachelorette.  But since nothing overly scandalous happened, and my sister has had these pictures on Facebook, I think that it's acceptable to share.  I'm doing this mostly because I just came across the pictures, and was reminiscing about what an awesome time we had!

So we decorated the car.  My sister may or may not still have some of the stickers on the windows almost a year later.  Clearly she never wants the party to end.

We headed to wine country, Niagara, and did 3 winery tastings and a tour.  I'm putting this picture up with my eyes closed because it's good of everyone else and I'm nice like that.

We came out of the one tasting and my sister and her friend had two dogs.  We don't know who gave them dogs or why.  But it was probably a bad idea.

 This was at Flat Rock Cellars.  Beautiful place and amazing wine. 

 Drinks were had.

 We headed out to the bar in St. Catharines.

 Fun times were had by all.  Well I guess I can't speak for everyone.  I had a great time.

We hired a stripper.

Ok no we didn't.  We just talked this guy into taking his shirt off.  Which he did, and then proceeded to climb on the table.  It was bad news bears.

We took a cousins picture, and Kim photobombed it.

 I resisted the shot that looked like green Pepto.  But I'm pretty sure I did it anyways.

So there you go.  Don't you feel like you were let in on a magical night?  It was a great night and in case I haven't said it before, or enough, I am extremely grateful to my amazing friends for throwing me an awesome party!