Oh, bachelorette parties.   A night filled with tiaras, giggles, booze, dancing and often times other inappropriate garments.  It’s a free pass to let your hair down and shake your groove thang.  While people will point and stare at what is sure to be a obnoxious rambunxious group of ladies, it doesn’t matter.  It’s a celebration.  A farewell of sorts to another friend’s “single life”.  A rite of passage, if you will. 

But I gotta tell you something, you guys.

I feel like I might be getting a little too old for these shenanigans.

I know, I know, I’m only 28 and still quite young, but things that seemed acceptable just a few short years ago, now walk a thin line between fun and totes inappropes (that’s Latin for totally inappropriate.  Ok I’m lying, it’s just me being lazy and attempting to be cool.)  For example:

What do I wear?  In past experiences, the clear answer to this questions is the shorter and tighter and sparklier the better.  Now?  Well now I gaze into my closet, which is cluttered with pencil skirts and other work-appropriate attire, and not-a-thing that screams “PARTAAAY!”.  Why?  Because I don’t really partaaay anymore.  I hang out with my dog and watch the Real Housewives of Everywhere and surf the interwebs most nights, and if I’m really feeling frisky I crack open a bottle of wine.  I know.  I so crazy.

In addition to the wardrobe debacle, is it still appropriate for me to try and score free drinks?  We all know that is one of the perks of a bachelorette party.  It’s no secret that drinks are expensive and if some group of nice men want to make sure your girls are having a good time, while full aware the good time ends with you smiling and thanking them for the drink, so be it.  No I don’t come here often.  No I’m not looking to take this party elsewhere. <insert casual wedding ring flash and exit>

And finally, is it bad that I kind of want to order a pizza and go to bed rather than stay up all night after the bar closes and cause a ruckus?  Cause I would.  Like every night.  Pizza is amazing and never leaves me feeling salty the next day, wishing the room would stop spinning and praying desperately for an endless supply of IB Profin.

So all that being said, I can’t lie- I am pretty excited to have a night out with the girls, dancing and singing way too loud to Britney Spears songs.  But I guess you’re never too old for that kind of debauchery.