Ty is heading out of town this weekend for his bachelor party. I'm not worried in the least because I happen to be marrying the most trustworthy man on the face of the plant.
But just in case, I coached him that if any of his friends tried to peer pressure him into something he didn't want to do, he should remind them that they're all married and most of them are dads. And if that wasn't incentive enough, I reminded him that body glitter is easily transferable and difficult to get off your skin and clothing.
Really, I trust all the guys with my future husband. I imagine it will be a weekend of numerous canned beers, several country music concerts and a nice float down the Guadalupe River.
All of this reminds me that I never posted about my bachelorette party several weeks ago. We took an overnight trip to Dallas where we did tons of shopping, eating, drinking, etc. Going into the bachelorette party, my hostess asked me if there was anything I didn't want to do. I had a short but very restrictive list: No penis paraphernalia, no veil/headwear, no shots.
And here's how that worked out for me:
I'm calling my bridesmaids and best friends a lot of very bad names right now. However, in some regard I guess they were gracious because I wasn't crying on the bathroom floor at the end of the night.
It's a tall price to pay for new panties.