We started out at 5pm at my friends' J and M's apartment. We gathered there for drinks, gifts and games.
Posing with my gifts and special glass that said "I can out-drink all you bitches." I'm classy like that.
My bridesmaid and BFF L made a video with Adam that was actually a party game.
Thanks for such a great game, L! Love you! (Side note: We're wearing our bachelorette beads in this shot. They said "Bacherlorette" and "Outta Control" on them. We didn't have enough for everyone, so they got passed to the person who was the most "outta control" at the moment.)
After that game, I opened gifts. I got some pretty, frilly, lacey things. Thanks, girls!
(You can see my little birdcage veil pouf in this shot. I freaking loved that thing.)
My one request for the party was nothing shaped like a phallus. J ignored that request and purchased these sweet tarts for the pre-party.
After a few more glasses of wine, we were off to dinner at Union Sushi + Barbeque.
The only purpose of this next shot is so you can see my glittery shoes.
See them? So sparkly! OK, now we can carry on with the rest of the post.
If you live in or are visiting Chicago, I HIGHLY recommend checking this place out for dinner. The food was fantastic!
With bellies full of sushi, we walked a couple of blocks to Zed 451. The rooftop was closed by the time we got there, so we snagged an awesome spot right by the fireplace instead.
We ordered several more rounds of cocktails. My favorite was the strawberry balsamic martini.
While all this was going on, Adam was in the middle of his bachelor party a few blocks away. After dinner, our groomsman/bridesman P swapped parties and met up with us. We made him wear the Outta Control bachelorette beads. (He really was out of control that weekend. He flew in from NYC for specifically to attend our parties. Because of weather, his flight didn't get in until 3am on Saturday morning, and then he flew back out about 48 hours later. What a champ.)
Around 12:30, people were getting tired and started heading out. I hopped in a cab with P to head home. Instead, we decided to head up to Boystown and hit the gay bars. We rolled into Roscoe's and enjoyed some vodka pink lemonades before closing down the bar at 3am.