Remnants of feathers from the boas adorned the sidewalk in front of the house, and the back deck, much like autumn leaves. The feathers are most likely scattered down the road we sauntered to the local bar/dance venue. We left a plethora of feathers on the dance floor. Rewind to about 4:00 p.m. The venue was fake housed (Steve, I couldn't have pulled it off without you--thank you ever so much!!!) and the ladies started to arrive to decorate. The weather cooperated beautifully, so we decided to take the soiree on the deck under the Ash tree. Pink and yellow mums adored the front and back yard. There were pink streamers, balloons, a sign with Bachelorette tied to branches, fancy glasses, straws, beads,a tablecloth, and candles. It was so much fun. We also had glitter to adorn the eyes and face. The seven of us dined on a lovely salad and a decadent lasagna. We drank spirits and wine. We laughed and played bachelorette games. Two small fires (one in the oven and one on the deck) were quickly snuffed out. All of the cats were accounted for. After the evening turned into night, we secured the house and sauntered over to a local bar/dance place. It was crowded after awhile and unfortunately, a bit smoky. (I will be pleased when all places are smoke-free.) We danced for a very long time in our boas and beads. We stayed until after midnight, and when the locals started to do the flip and grind dance moves, it was time for the true grown-ups to abscond. So we trekked home, chatting and laughing, leaving our feathers behind. A police officer slowly drove behind us to make sure we were safe (or not publicly intoxicated, which we weren't.) We made it home and hung out for awhile afterwards. Three guests stayed over and took advantage of the couches on the front porch (enclosed) and in the living room. (Moshi the cat decided to curl up with the bride-to-be on the porch.) The next morning, we met up with some of the guys and meandered out for breakfast. Now I am here writing and looking at the feathers scattered on the back deck. I don't sweep them up right away. They are colorful reminders of a fantastic evening.