As much as I hate to admit it, I'm still upset by how disappointing my bachelorette party was. It wasn't the fault of my two maids of honor, not really, just a bunch of, I suppose, little things topping off the stress of the last few days of wedding preparations that all amounted to a depressing time I wish I could do over again.
To start off, not one but two of my five desired bridesmaids weren't able to be bridesmaids at all because of other obligations. They both had solid reasons for not being able to be there, but it was sadder because they were the only two pre-college friends that would have been in my wedding party (in the end, I'm pretty sure only one other pre-college friend of mine was able to attend the reception). I found two other good friends to take their places, one the week of the wedding and they were fantastic, but it was still depressing.
Not everyone would have been able to be at the party even before the two backed out, so the first party plan (a murder mystery night) fell through almost from the start. The new plan became going to a local Dave and Busters type place for dinner and fun, then going back to one of my replacement bridesmaid's house for games and/or movie watching.
Two bridesmaids weren't able to make it into town for the night of the party. One of my maids of honor had planned to bring me a bridal tiara and sash to wear but forgot it at home several states away. The time at the game place was fun interspersed with forced enthusiasm. Every time one of my m.o.h.'s asked me what I wanted to do next, or replied with "What do YOU want to do?" when I tried to get input on what sounded fun from my girls, her voice ended up sounding condescending, like I was drunk or a young child. I know she didn't mean to sound that way, that she was just trying to make sure I was having a good time, but that's how it sounded and felt. The best part about this place was the giant, adult-friendly bouncy castle area. But I'd forgotten they close it down at a certain time of evening and we went over to it too late. We stopped at a grocery store on the way back to my replacement bridesmaid's house for some alcohol, getting a bottle more than I needed or really wanted, under the pressure of that same condescending voice insisting I get whatever I wanted. We didn't even drink that much when we got to the house. And when we did get back, the replacement bridesmaid promptly left because she had plans to see a midnight premiere with someone else. I think that might be the part that hurt the most. Me and my m.o.h.'s watched a silly movie and called it a night.
I cried in the car driving home and again to my mom when she asked about how the night went.
I wish I could call a do over.
To start off, not one but two of my five desired bridesmaids weren't able to be bridesmaids at all because of other obligations. They both had solid reasons for not being able to be there, but it was sadder because they were the only two pre-college friends that would have been in my wedding party (in the end, I'm pretty sure only one other pre-college friend of mine was able to attend the reception). I found two other good friends to take their places, one the week of the wedding and they were fantastic, but it was still depressing.
Not everyone would have been able to be at the party even before the two backed out, so the first party plan (a murder mystery night) fell through almost from the start. The new plan became going to a local Dave and Busters type place for dinner and fun, then going back to one of my replacement bridesmaid's house for games and/or movie watching.
Two bridesmaids weren't able to make it into town for the night of the party. One of my maids of honor had planned to bring me a bridal tiara and sash to wear but forgot it at home several states away. The time at the game place was fun interspersed with forced enthusiasm. Every time one of my m.o.h.'s asked me what I wanted to do next, or replied with "What do YOU want to do?" when I tried to get input on what sounded fun from my girls, her voice ended up sounding condescending, like I was drunk or a young child. I know she didn't mean to sound that way, that she was just trying to make sure I was having a good time, but that's how it sounded and felt. The best part about this place was the giant, adult-friendly bouncy castle area. But I'd forgotten they close it down at a certain time of evening and we went over to it too late. We stopped at a grocery store on the way back to my replacement bridesmaid's house for some alcohol, getting a bottle more than I needed or really wanted, under the pressure of that same condescending voice insisting I get whatever I wanted. We didn't even drink that much when we got to the house. And when we did get back, the replacement bridesmaid promptly left because she had plans to see a midnight premiere with someone else. I think that might be the part that hurt the most. Me and my m.o.h.'s watched a silly movie and called it a night.
I cried in the car driving home and again to my mom when she asked about how the night went.
I wish I could call a do over.