Barn Bachelorette

Its true in real estate, and its true in the world of bachelorette parties.  Location matters!   Which is probably why so many ladies I know have opted to travel to Vegas, Miami, etc. for their bachelorette festivities!  But not me.  My good friend C. and my sister B. were already flying in from out of town, and let’s face it, the economy stinks, so jetting off to a foreign country, however appealing on paper, wasn’t a good idea.  Rather, I asked my ladies to plan something a little closer to home, and to keep things on the lower-key side.  And they deeeelivered.

My bridesmaids found literally the most perfect possible place for us to stay- a converted historic stone barn on an 88 acre farm in the hills above the Delaware River.  It had a dramatic living room with a glass ceiling that kept us warm while allowing us to enjoy the feel of the original high ceilings.  The ground floor (former home of the animals) had an enormous kitchen with a barn-beam table, and the entire place used reclaimed barn wood for things like doors and cabinets.  Ping pong, rocking chairs, musical instruments, tennis courts, swimming pools, hiking trails, wood burning stoves- I’m telling you, it was country swank like I’ve never before seen, and the most supremely appropriate place for a relaxing ladies weekend.

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Oh and did I mention that this fantastic barn is situated next to a gorgeous stone home where the barn’s owners live?  And did I mention that the owners are American heroes?  No joke, the husband was on a US Olympic team that took home gold in 1964, and the wife fights forest fires.  I want to know how I can have their life.  Actually I just remembered, if you can afford it, you can have their life (the property is for sale).

I arrived at this lovely location with my sister, and the remainder of the group was waiting to greet me with gobs of delicious snacks and even more delicious wine.  Pink prosecco, dry riesling, some cabernet sauvignon, and we were ALL set.  The ladies also got me a fabulous tiara that said “Bride” (the only telltale b-party sign of the weekend; thankyouverymuch to my ladies for respecting my wish to NOT have to deal with phallus shaped straws, inflatable anything, or lifesavers on T shirts)!

When I said loads of delicious food, I was not kidding!

Much mayhem and foolishness ensued that evening, and we all awoke the next day just a teensie bit under the weather.

I relax and enjoy my first glass of vino for the evening.

Future Sisters in Law Unite!

After a few glasses of wine, B. calls us all old and we force her to sit in the high chair!

After a few more glasses of wine, we decide that dried herbs can double as party hats!

Slightly suggestive bride, overtly suggestive cake...

  M0re recaps coming soon!