It was a big moment this weekend at our house. I took off Saturday afternoon with my lady friends leaving Gabe at home with John, not to be seen again until Sunday afternoon. There was a small city by the name of Atlantic City, New Jersey that needed to be terrorized by yet another bachelorette party. I began freezing milk weeks ago in preparation for this event and thankfully, it all went off without a hitch. Gabe behaved mostly awesomely for his pops but did give him a taste of the 2am wake-up call that John isn't used to. I may have whispered thanks to Gabe for that. Not that I like depriving John of sleep but anything I can do to let him know what I do all week helps.
Meanwhile, down in AC, it was a different picture from all of our ridiculous bach parties of the past, like this one or even this one. Besides the fact that I headed back to the hotel room every 3 to 4 hours to rid myself of Miller Light tinted milk, we went the casual route this time. Ya see, our bridey Lisa is the most laid-back girl you've ever met. And she just so happens to be a huge Phillies fan. So because we theme the crap out of everything, we threw a Phillies-themed bach. And it was adorable. In lieu of the rhinestone studded matching bridesmaid t-shirts that some ladies favor, my pal Kelly came up with "Lisa's Phinal Phling". A clever one, she is.
So even though we weren't all skanked out like the rest of the bachelorette parties in AC that night (think tiny sequin dresses and 5 inch stilettos), we got plenty of attention. From the nice guys who thought our shirts were the best they'd seen to the d-bag New York dudes who literally screamed "F the Phillies" and "Go Yankees" in our faces, we were never sure what kind of reaction we'd get. By the way, us girls are in complete disbelief that grown men can act so agressively towards a group of innocent chicks minding their biz. These dudes give New Yorkers a bad name.
Anyway, it was another successful send-off to one of our friends into the land of marriage-dom. And I managed to only check in on Gabe once that night and again the next morning on the way home. I shed no tears until I walked in the door and saw my little dude waiting for me. And they were happy ones. I am so proud of me for being able to keep my committment to the girls and the trip with such a little guy at home. I was scared I'd be an emotional mess. But I wasn't and it reaffirms my desire to be me, and not just a mom. And I'm even more proud of John for hosting Daddy-Buddy Weekend all by himself. What a guy. He is a fa-reaking amazing husband and father, if I hadn't mentioned that before.
Did I really reference a Coolio song in this title? Yikes