Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Buy me a shot, I'm tying the knot. Buy me a beer, my wedding is near!

This past Saturday I was thrown an absolutely incredible bachelorette party. We stayed in a hotel on 4th street in Austin, and I could not have asked for a better maid of honor (Stu Bear) to plan the whole shin-digg. We started out the afternoon with margaritas and a little...umm... "consumatory undergarment party" in the hotel room. It was great fun. Here is some advice to anyone who is somewhat critical of their own body (any woman basically) and can't stand to try things on and look in dressing room mirrors all day -- have a few margaritas and let your friends choose your underwear, and then you will feel great in all of them!

Next we all went to dinner at a one-of a-kind Austin restaurant called Moonshine Patio Bar and Grill, and followed that up by a night out on 6th street. We were offered free rounds for the whole group at just about every bar we passed, and therefore decided that we were all VIP and if a bouncer would tell us to come inside his particular bar it quickly became a game of  "what's in it for us??" All of these free drinks were of course fruity little concoctions with minimal alcohol, and I don't think anyone even got very tipsy the whole night, but it was still awesome and you wish you were us! : P

The ladies decided I needed to go on a scavenger hunt which included kissing a bald guy on the head, taking a picture with a police officer, getting someone to serenade me, getting someone to propose to me, and riding a mechanical bull. Needless to say there are videos of many of these events, but you will have to ask Hannah Giles about them. ; ) The old bald guy, who may or may not have been gay, was quite elated by my request and informed me that "he gets asked to do this all the time." What?!?

Anyhoo, the evening was concluded by me getting a tattoo on my bottom that says "Mrs. Womack." Yes. Not a joke. Sarah held me down on the hotel bed, Ashley got out a sharpie and branded me, Leigh proceeded to whack me a good five times to make it red and puffy (realism is important when doing such things), and of course Hannah was the photographer of the whole affair. It did end up looking pretty legit, but I am not going to post any pictures of my ass...butt..."good side" on the internet.

So. Ahem.

Let the record show that although Mary Stuart Womack may be inclined to pursue a career in veterinary medicine, she would be a damn good party planner. 

Thanks everyone : )


Chris and Lydia said...

Awe! I'm sorry I missed it. Hannah updated me with texts all night and I almost believed the tatoo story; sounds like something you would be brave enough to do:) Very 'Importance of Being Ernest'.

romanreb said...

Buy me a drinkle--I need to go...