Fantasy Friday... My "Rustic" Style Bachelorette Party

So, I have to admit... I never had a bachelorette party. I know, right? Well, it would have been rather difficult for anybody to plan one for me considering I eloped and didn't tell my friends until afterward. Do I regret not having a huge party? No, not really. Because there is no way I could have done then what I would want to do now (and still can't afford)! So what's the point?

However... here's a glimpse into what I had in mind. Now, it's kind of embarrassing, but I am definitely not a rustic kind of girl. In fact, I love an outdoor wedding, appreciate nature, but I don't love the great outdoors! That said, I do appreciate everything about what GOES with the outdoors... In a fancy way of course, and because this is FANTASY FRIDAY, let's just leave price out of the equation, shall we?

See that cabin up there? That's my idea of "roughing it". (See what I mean... BB is def not an outdoorsy kind of chick!) I would take about eight of my girls to this cabin where we would each have our own room, bathroom, and a fucking blast!

Upon arrival to the "cabin", we'd change into our comfortable clothes and head outside to gather around the campfire. I'm a huge believer in dessert before dinner, so as somewhat of an amuse bouche, we'd start with bacon s'mores and a few glasses of wine... And because this is only my fantasy bachelorette paty (and my mom is probably reading this), I would smoke a few camel's with my s'more and my Barolo (Barolo Bricco Rocche, Ceretto 2001 to be exact) as my bestie started reading from the best scary story book ever! 

After the campfire, we'd retreat back to our rooms to take a soak in our giant tubs (all of them created by different designers) washing the smoky smell from our bodies. Once dressed, we'd meet downstairs for a very special dinner...

A very special dinner because it it's prepared by my favorite chef, Michael Mina (my hus and I ate at his restaurant in Las Vegas the night of our wedding), and my favorite pasty chef, Jacques Torres. After all, it is my bachelorette party... And I don't mess around with my food. Plus, the chicks I'm with are good eaters and have a deep appreciation for food as an art form(that tastes good too)...

Once our bellies are full, we linger into the family room which rocks a cathedral ceiling, fireplace and several comfy couches (because we gotta rest after that amazing meal). The wine Barolo is passed around, some ciggys are smoked and we are just happy being with each other. It stops being all about me, and becomes all about us and our friendship... 

We talk until two o'clock in the morning, and finally go to our fancy rooms to get some sleep. In the morning, we are awakened to freshly baked cinnamon rolls (Jacques is still there) and espresso... I look around the table and there is nowhere else I'd rather be... 

Photo cred: {Luxury Cabin pic via Watershed Cabins}, {top left Campfire pic via How You Can be Cool}, {Toasted Marshmallow & Pig S'more pic via Man Made}, {bottom right Campfire pic via Etsy}, {Camel Cigarettes pic via The New York Times}, {Barolo Bricco Rocche, Ceretto 2001 pic via Forbes}, {Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark pic via Life Unsweetened}, {Japanese Soaking Tub pic via eHow), {Modern Soaking Tub pic via Hotel on Rivington}, {Jacques Torres pic via James Beard Foundation}, {Michael Mina pic via Star Chefs}, {Brioche Cinnamon Roll pic via Learning How to Cook}