A staple to being any good bridesmaid, especially a good maid of honor, is throwing a great bachelorette party. And if there is one thing I am in this life, it's a heck of a party planner.
So this past weekend, in lieu of my best friend Amy's impending wedding, I, the maid of honor, gathered a group of girls, and we headed to Columbus and decked ourselves in Scarlet and Gray for Amy's Big Day. She's an Ohio State grad and we were in Columbus ... get it? I thought that was pretty creative.
So Amy, a few bridesmaids, a great mutual friend and I headed to Columbus for the ultimate girls night. You know, a crazy party-filled night with sashes, beads, fun games and a few inappropriate props.
Well, we had the sashes (Amy's lit up), beads and props. Heck, we were even all wearing tiaras. Amy had a big, oversized mug that was rhinestoned with the word "Bride," and we were all dressed up for the party. However, we quickly realized that when you are a bunch of girls nearing 30, hanging out in a club with the median age of guys are 23, the two generations don't sync up.
Because when in the entire world of bachelorette parties does not one guy offer to buy the bride a drink? Apparently in 23-year old Columbus-land, that is the case.
Don't get me wrong, everyone offered Amy congratulations. They asked her about the big day and held informal, polite stranger talk. What they didn't offer her was a refill of her oversized Amy "Bride" mug.
Seriously! The girl is getting married, telling the world she is going to spend the rest of her life with someone and you can't fork over a few bucks for a refill?
See, I don't know if this is a generational thing or not, but the men that I know, who see a group of very good looking and fun girls, will actively seek them out, join them in conversation and buy them a round in congratulations.
Heck, I've been to parties where the guys have opened up tabs that were the prices of small countries to have a good time with bachelorette parties.
Apparently, the times have changed, because what we got was a group of Beta Theta Spoiled Rotten Omegas, who even on daddy's credit card, couldn't do more than spit out a really bad pick-up line and try to steal our tiaras.
First off, I invented the cheesy pickup line. Second, don't touch my tiara.
Did we have a fun time? Absolutely. Did we make fun of all the young guys for being, well, young? Double absolutely.
Did we all feel our ages the next morning after walking all over Columbus in ridiculously high heels and staying up until 2 a.m.? But of course.
Am I still recovering? Even that would be a yes.
On a side note. In all my spare time that I have on my hands, I decided to bring "Dana's Daze" into the 21st, information-sharing, century and created the official Dana's Daze Facebook fan page.
That's right. People can "Like" me now.
On my page, I will post all of my columns, I have started a survey question of the week, but what I really want is your help.
Sometimes, I don't have any creative, fun ideas, but I'm sure many people do. So leave column ideas on my page. Who knows, it could be the next Dana's Daze topic!
So find my page, be my fan, and make me feel better about myself. Come on, all the cool kids are doing it. Even the Beta Theta Spoiled Omegas.