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Bachelorette Party!

Kayla, my de facto bridesmaid, threw not only an engagement fiesta in the fall but also hosted my bachelorette party last weekend. Well, really, I should say that Kayla, Cassandra, and Jin threw me a bachelorette party because all three contributed in their own, er, special ways.

Kayla knows that I aim to become the “Modern Face of Temperance.” [Seriously, Carrie Nation was a real badass, but she wasn’t really endearing herself to anyone by chopping up bars with an axe and a grumpy face, was she?] She prepared this delightful “mock-tail” bar with really delicious fruity drinks, none of which were sullied by the foul taste of alcohol.

Bachelorette Mocktail Bar

I sampled a lot of beverages….

Mocktails!

 

Kayla also amassed the strangest, most obscure facts about engagements and weddings for some trivia.

Bachelorette Trivia

Staci and Ester, who had attended the most bachelorette parties, did the best. They were gracious winners.

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Cassandra and Jin? Um, not so much. Jin may have confused “wedding bands” (the rings) with musical groups. Oops.

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Me and Aileen? If we were tested on wedding knowledge, this would be our grade.

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For dinner, Jin gave us a lesson on how to make kimbap (Korean rice rolls filled with vegetables and other tasty fillings, including radish that gives you cancer when eaten in massive quantities.)

Kim bap party

Actually, we all gave ourselves a lesson on how to make kimbap. Trial by fire!

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Some of us had better results…

homemade kimbap

…than others.

kimbap fail

But that’s okay because Jin would never laugh at your kimbap. Ever.

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For her part, Cassandra really made a concerted effort to give my bachelorette party a “traditional” feel: a crown, a sash, pink balloons. She also did her damnedest to try to embarrass me with phallic gummy candies and “dirty” gifts. (Little did she know that I have no shame, mwahahaha!) She even covered a pair of lacy underwear with so much bedazzling that it can pull double duty as a chastity belt.

bachelorette party gifts

Somehow, I made room in my tummy for Staci’s blueberry lemon cake.

Blueberry lemon bundt cake

Meanwhile, Cass made room for some imitation crab stick but was embarrassed about it.

eating imitation crab

And then it was off to our local noraebang to finish the night with Korean karaoke!

Korean Karaoke, bachelorette pa

Thanks so much to Kayla, Cassandra, and Jin for hosting such a delightful and fun bachelorette party. I’m not very conventionally fun by 20-something anyone’s standards, so I appreciate the time and effort they took to celebrate my last month (Eek! Less!) of non-married life. Though, I hope that when I am married, I will still eat kimbap and play games and not be embarrassed by singing “Since U Been Gone” at the top of my lungs….

 

 

 

 

 

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WVT Goes to Hollywood!

I will preface this post by saying that Mica and I have wildly different opinions of southern California. I once spent a summer in Pasadena, and I think Mica’s experience is limited to a family reunion in San Diego and watching my brother graduate from Harvey Mudd.

Mica stops to smell the roses in SoCal!

So basically, neither of us knows anything about what SoCal is actually like. That said, Mica is terrified of southern California because everybody is beautiful, there’s lots of traffic and smog, and they have earthquakes [Mica: Also, mudslides and wild fires]. I think southern California is pretty much the greatest place ever because the weather is nice all the time (except when they go into deep freezes and it gets down into the 40s), they have ocean and mountains right next to each other, and everybody is beautiful. Nowhere are all of these things more true than in Los Angeles.

Harrison & a stubby palm tree

You may have noticed on our previous “Tentative Tour Dates” post that Los Angeles was listed as an unconfirmed destination. That’s code for, “we would like to go there, but we have no couch on which to surf.”

Fortunately, through the miracle of the internet, we were able to connect with somebody who in fact does have a couch (The couch, at this point, is a metaphor; we will actually sleep in a real life bed) on which we can surf. Not only that, but the proverbial couch is in Hollywood Hills! Major thanks to our friend Catherine for hunting down LA’s most fabulous airbnb listings!

I didn’t even know Hollywood Hills was the name of an actual place, but it is, and how can it not be full of richy rich people/houses/trees/dogs/trash cans?! We’re less than a mile from Mulholland Drive! I don’t really know the significance of that, but they made a movie about it! It has to be awesome, right?! [Mica: Yes, because all things that have been made into movies are awesome. Twilight franchise, I’m looking at you!]

As you can see, I am excited. After our stay, I reckon we will leave LA via Sunset Blvd. and Rodeo Drive, just in case I haven’t OD’d on chihuahuas and Ferraris yet. If you have any recommendations in or around the Hollywood Hills area, please let us know!

Bonus: If you made it this far, here’s a song that is vaguely about California and is a throwback to our first year of dating. Awwwwww.

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