Bridal Shower/Bachelorette Party Extravaganza! Pt. 2

Part 2: The Bachelorette Party

Following the The Bridal Shower as described in the post below (the length of which rivals a Steinbeck novel), the Bride, MoH, sister and cousin of the groom, and two bridesmaids met up at the larger than life Manchester Grand Hyatt in Downtown San Diego for en epic girl's night celebrating our dear PhD and Significant Other Bachelorette (aka. my Dr. Big Sis).  And because it's our duty as Bachelorette Party accompaniment, we vowed to do our best to put our lovely lighweight on a course to the Land of Drunk Monkey via Perma-Drink-in-Hand Lane.  However, in her responsible ways, she enjoyed her self to the fullest without so much as a slur.  

BUT.

She did dance on a stump.

Stay tuned for more on the stump....

We began the evening hustling to make our dinner reservations at Mr. Tiki's Mai Tai Lounge.  Little did the Bride know, the MoH (with the financial assistance of Mother and Father of the Bride - MoB & FoB, respectively) scheduled a limo to pick us up post-pupu platter.  After sharing a vat of their signature Tiki Mai Tai, then sharing another tropical tasting martini from a glass big enough for a munchkin Dita von Teese, and finally chowing down on a delectable meal of sushi and appetizer canoes, the adorable Andrew from Presidential Limo surprised the thrilled Bride and her crew with a few hours of celebutant treatment.

And where did the bride want to go in her first class wheels?  Clubbing?  The Gaslamp's hottest hot spots?  Nay, I say to you.  In thoughtful and sweet Michelle-style, her first destination of choice was the Hilton Torrey Pines, where she and her fiancee are having their wedding reception.  Now that's DOWNRIGHT ADORABLE.  

So we took lots of pictures of her on the grounds with her Bride-To-Be Miss America sash, big plastic flashing ring, and puffy veil, then drove back up the coast - stopping for some group pics overlooking the water, of course - and, fianlly, back to the Downtown San Diego's Gaslamp Quarter to do some dancing.  We hit On Broadway (I think we heard "Billie Jean" remixed about 17 different ways), and then headed over to The W's rooftop bar called BEACH - an outdoor lounge covered in sand and middle aged, salon-tanned drinkers who were dancing like they were back in their 30s.  Now, THAT'S entertainment.  But not nearly as entertaining than when my sister said that she was actually feeling so tipsy, she might just dance on a stump. As MoH, I extended my hand, and helped her up.

The said stump was actually a mobile tree stump utilized for seating.  She hopped up on my stump, heels and all - and shimmied her li'l heart out with a hint of teensy tipsy. She turned several heads, naturally, until of course the security guard blew his whistle and made her get down.  She says she was relieved to be off the stump, but since it was her idea in the first place (yeah, seriously), I'm not so sure.

Back at the hotel, an evening of laughable memories floating around our heads, the revelers happened upon some gift bags my Mom had secretly placed in the hotel room for us full of goods from The Body Shop.  That's my Mom... and really, it doesn't get much cuter than her.  The girls just bubbled with each remaining ounce of glee.  And what energy was left we spent spooning a brownie sundae into our mouths.  (That explains the room service charge at 1:30am with the generous tip.)