bachelorette weekend

Been bit busy lately. No real excuse why I couldn’t blog, but I really have been busy lately (just look a the grays in my hair and you’ll see).

A highlight of the busy time: a classy bachelorette weekend. My experience with bachelorette parties is a bit limited. I’ve only planned one in my life…at the time I was 18, I “borrowed” some wine from my parent’s collection, had a friend show up at my parent’s home wearing nothing but his tux pants and a bow tie and he whisked away my sister and her two friends to an undisclosed location where a car waited for them and a massive scavenger hunt around Boulder began. I would have to say, I did an ok job for an 18 year old.

Now I am 29 and I am to plan my second bachelorette party (I’ve only been to one in my life as a guest). My knowledge was pretty limited as far as how these things are “supposed” to happen but all I knew was that I didn’t want to give in to a lot of the cheese that is out there. So, I created a massive spreadsheet with options throughout the CA/Tahoe areas of homes we could rent for 5-10 gals. I found one in Guerneville (yes, Guerneville!) that seemed to fit the bill (i.e. it looked nice online, had a hot tub and had a fire pit…the fire pit was a bonus feature). I invited 7 gals, planned a few little things and let the rest of the weekend unfold. Here is what happened:

I made homemade marshmallows and graham crackers to complement perfectly named bars of chocolate (aka s’mores):
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Fernando was ready:
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The gals all made it to the super secluded, super hard to find, super windy roads, super woodsy, super no cell phone connection “compound” (the house had a main house, a second house with a bedroom and living room, a cabin, a yoga cabin…aka a compound):
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We sat around a lot and ate, and drank wine, and giggled:
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We played with buckets on our heads:
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We tried to go for a hike but couldn’t find a good path:
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So we sat in a clearing in between oceans of vineyards and had lunch:
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We walked through Healdsburg and then went back up to the compound where a private chef was waiting for us. Chef Chris made us a delectable meal:
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Fernando joined us…
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Then we got a little crazy:
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Overall, I think we had a good time…
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Author: Ali Carras

At a very young age I lost site of my mom in a local grocery store in Boulder, Colorado. I did, however, have the smarts to go to the customer service counter. The kind woman at the counter asked "What is your name little girl?" My reply: "Assi." The woman gave me a look like, "Are you playing with me you little devil?" but she proceeded to blast on the loudspeaker the "We have a lost Assi at the front of the store." Customers throughout the store gagged and giggled, but my mom knew exactly who the woman was referring to: the mullet haired little girl with a tongue too big for her mouth, wearing a leotard, skirt, tights, and jelly shoes (with florescent green laces in them...even though they didn't need the laces). A shy little character for whom every little detail in life was a huge thing. I am pleased to report that today I am able to fully pronounce Allison (aka Ali), but the Assi pseudonym has always stuck, evolving into Aszi. As for the shy little character for whom every little detail in life was a huge thing? Some things never change. I have closed my comments due to mass amounts of spam that no filter could ever control. Feel free to contact me abeckord [at] gmail.com!

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