Lisa and Dave's Wedding Blog
My bachelorette party consisted of many of my favorite things in life: friends, food, stories from the past, and a fancy hotel. The dinner component of my bachelorette party was phenomenal: friends told This Would Have been Your Life if Married ____ stories, the food was delicious, the company was spectacular, and I even got to wear a tiara. What more could a bride-to-be want?
However, what took place before the dinner part - well, that was unusual and memorable and I know I will be telling the tales from that part for many years to come. We arrived at The Marriott Marquis in Times Square, settled in a little with champagne, snacks, etc. and relaxed on the comfy couches. Then we heard a knock on the door, and two young women walked in. One was a sex therapist that my bridesmaids had hired for the occasion and the other was a journalist/writer for Heeb Magazine. Why was this journalist/writer at your bachelorette party - you ask. Well, I'll tell you. She was writing an article for Heeb on why Jewish girls don't like to give, um, cough, cough, head. And so my bridesmaids and me (7 of us) are all Jewish, and what better place to discuss such a topic than a bachelorette party in an awesome hotel room? She told us she may be using us for her story, however, I never anticipated how much of "us" she'd be using. She referred to us, not by name, but by characteristic: the nervous bride-to-be, the married red-head, the girl with biggest engagement ring. And then, that story was published in Heeb. I have the copy of the issue on my shelf and plan to share the story with my daughter one day. Maybe when she's twenty-five. Or when she's about to have her bachelorette party.
So that's the story of how my bachelorette party was documented, discussed, and published in a trendy magazine.
