Bachelor Party groupies

Ok so I am the worst blogger ever! After a month of attempting adulting and it kicking my toosh and my friends pushing me to start blogging again I am going to relaunch my two post blog. I get this is silly but, it’s my blog I do what I want. No better post to relaunch with than Katie and my’s trip to Nashville this weekend. We went on this trip because a girls trip was overdue, I have been super stressed, it was my spring break (teachers have to let loose too), and we wanted one epic weekend.

We got there Thursday and it was a blur so we spent Friday recovering. We’re getting ready for going out on Friday night and Katie turns to me and says

“we’re not staying out past midnight because we want to wake up so we can sightsee.”

I agreed. Remember this though for later. We went to Printers Alley which is the coolest place. We ended up at an awesome Karaoke bar and sat next to three older very drunk ladies. In walk eleven handsome men. The old ladies start grinding on them when one of them tells her that it is his bachelor party. The old lady loses her lid and rips open his shirt buttons flying everywhere. Katie and I die laughing, the boys introduce themselves, and so begins Katie and I being bachelor party groupies. We danced and sang our little hearts out on the dance floor. And boy did these boys know how to dance. Plus they twirled you around like a ballerina when they danced with you so we instantly loved them. Before we knew it we danced the night away and were at their condo. Pause. I know what you’re thinking. 11 boys. 2 girls. They are strangers you just met that was a horrible and dangerous decision. What were you thinking? You’re right it was potentially dangerous. They were Notre Dame graduates who were catholic so we saw them as harmless. Also, majority of them were taken, engaged or married. Who very much loved their significant others at home. We sat on the roof top with a fire. (A fire that burnt my hand and rooftop stairs that I fell down.) Anyways, we talked the night away until we saw the sun coming up and needed breakfast. Yes you read that right. The sun was coming up meaning we didn’t make it home by midnight. Jinxed it. We got breakfast with our new and favorite friends. Katie and I shopped all day Saturday. We were getting ready for our last night in Nashville and Katie turns to me and says

“we are leaving at 11:50 because we have a 6 hour drive home tomorrow.” I agreed.

Remember this for later. We went to the bluebird café which was ah-maz-ing. Then we went to find the boys so we could say goodbye to them because that’s what bachelor party groupies do. The bachelor was sporting a snap button shirt for good measure. We danced and sang our little hearts out. Which by the way those who know me know I don’t and can’t dance. I look like a cabbage patch doll shaking a bug off. However a little liquid courage and I was like flippin Beyonce. Well at least I can think so. Anyway next thing we knew it was 3 am and we were saying goodbye to our friends. Yepp you read that 3 am not 11:50. Jinxed it.

You might be wondering why we were obsessed with these guys. They were not only fun and gentleman but, because they were mostly taken they weren’t creeps at the bar trying to get in our pants or grind on us. Katie and I went to Nashville to have fun and these guys wanted the same. They gave us genuine, clean fun. We all just wanted to dance. I also think we might have helped them stay out of trouble and stay alive. You’re welcome boys. Katie and I live by this motto: when you go in with no expectations you have the best time. We did just that and boy did we have a weekend for the books. You have to remember that no matter what age, what stage of life, or how many responsibilities you have it is important to be young, wild, and free every once in a while. We most likely will never talk to those boys again but, I think that’s what made it. We barely knew each other we were just living in the moment with good music. They also restored my faith in guys. Proving gentleman do still exist. Katie and I also think we're on to something. A business where we coordinate bachelor parties. Brides hire us to keep their men out of trouble. We were bachelor party groupies and we would do it again in a heartbeat.

Moral of this story: 5th grade teachers can have fun too but come Monday at 7:15 the only songs I am going to be singing are about decimal placement.