My Phallus-Free Bachelorette Party

I had one rule for my bachelorette party: I didn't want anything in the shape of male anatomy to rear its ugly head (pun intended). No straws. No stickers. No pin the junk on the hunk. I mentioned my desire for a tea party and for a viewing of the just-released Harry Potter film, and then I let my 'maid Lo run wild.

My friends, she did not disappoint. This shower/bach could not have been more tailor-made and approp for yours truly. SHE MADE BUTTERBEER, FOR DUMBLEDORE'S SAKE!

OK. I'm getting ahead of myself. First, gaze upon the antique teacups that went to my guests as favors and were filled with Marie Antoinette tea from my Happy Place, Ladurée:

Now, feast your eyes upon such treats as tea sandwiches with the crusts cut off, macarons from Cocoa & Fig, fruit and caprese skewers, and cupcakes decorated by Hogwarts house (which I had to restrain myself from accio-ing):

Post-munching, we were sorted into houses with the help of Lo's beach-ready Sorting Hat, after which we received our wands decorated with house colors. I received an extra-floofy Ravenclaw number, lumber, core of unicorn feather, springy.

Here are my Hufflepuffs being riddikulus! (Check out Kat's (second from the left) recap of events here.)

We played a few shower games, including one wherein the houses each gave me wedding and marriage advice, and another where I tried to guess correctly how the Dude had answered certain questions. There was a Boone's Farm Fuzzy Navel House Cup for the victor, but in true HP spirit we were all winners.

After opening the prezzies we moved on to a high-class movie theater in St. Louis Park for a viewing of HP7P2-3D in the VIP seats. I laughed, I cried, I brandished my wand in moments of intense terror and glory.

This shower/bach party cast a lumos for all present into the way quests could be if we were a little more courageous and willing to try every flavor of the Bertie Bott's Beans of life. 

Mischief managed.