So, there was a little thing called Amy’s bachelorette party this weekend.
She is the last in our group of five to get married. Well, technically, there’s still me, but I’m not getting married, so that left Amy. And that explains why we went hard on the bachelorette front.
That’s it. The last hurrah for the last single girl in our group. It looks a lot less innocent in these pictures, but honestly, it was a high-class affair featuring good food, good shopping and a little spa action (with a slight detour into college-bar territory).