It took a while for Mark and I get married after being engaged. The world was crazy and we were just keeping our footing in it but eventually as things got back to normal we made our plans. Venues were booked. Clothes brought. Honeymoon planned. Invites sent out. And then there were the bachelor/bachelorette parties.
Neither of us are big party animals so ours sided more on the tasteful side. We also planned them on different days so the other would be sober and able to rescue the other if things got too crazy. On the Saturday, I had booked out a spa day followed by a classy dinner. On the Sunday, Mark was playing golf followed by a night at the casino.
Everything went to plan. The spa was lovely and I spent the day with my closest friends and family members. The meal was great. And that was the night! Except it wasn’t. As I’m helping my mom into a cab, my best friend beside Mark (we’ll call her Becky!) grabbed me by the arm and tells me the night isn’t over. Her and a few other of my closest friends (fake names of Jo and Kate) are taking me back to her apartment for some proper drinking now that my family are gone.