Last weekend, I got together with my bridesmaids to celebrate my bachelorette. Blaine and I are getting married in less than three weeks, so shit is getting very real now.
That’s not to say shit hasn’t been real for the last eight years I’ve been with Blaine. I figured I should clarify that to avoid any confusion.
When my sister, who is my maid of honour, first asked me a while ago what I wanted to do for my bachelorette, I really wasn’t entirely sure. I’m not someone who enjoys going to bars or clubs, and I’m not into big parties or anything like that. I’m a simple gal, and not overly difficult to please, so my sister and I came up with a plan that checked all of my boxes.
After myself and my girls met up at my family’s farm, we rented an airport van, which my sister graciously offered to drive as she doesn’t drink alcohol, and headed to Burlington to dine at Spencer’s at the Waterfront. After dinner, we walked along the water for a little while, took some photos, then hopped back in the van to make our way back to the farm.
Once we got back, my parents and our phenomenal neighbours had a fire blazing, waiting for us, along with tiki torches and some fun costume items. We had some drinks, played some games, ate some food, and went to bed.
My sister made a wicked breakfast the next morning, and everyone slowly started heading home.
I wouldn’t change a thing about my bachelorette, and I think what made it so special was how low-key it was, which, as I mentioned already, is something I can certainly appreciate. We had a blast and I couldn’t tell you the last time I laughed so much and so hard.
I’m so thankful and grateful for my ladies, and it will be a bachelorette to remember.
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