One of my best friends is
getting married already married! She decided to have her reception/actual wedding at a later date–they had opted for a quick courthouse shindig, which I think is groovy. I sense that has relieved some pressure from her and her spouse, considering that wedding planning can be a seriously stressful time. Every time I’d ask her how it’s going, the reply would be a deep sigh and that she was looking forward to it getting here already, and just being done. Don’t get me wrong though–she’s looking forward to it!
In February 2018, her bridesmaids (me and another best friend) decided that we should have a little bachelorette party for her. It was only right! Considering that the bride is an introvert who prefers relaxation to a long night of partying, we opted to have a day at a spa, dinner someplace new in the big city and whatever else we felt like doing. This all happened this past weekend and it couldn’t have gone better. By the bride’s standards, it was perfect.
The spa day was a six hour ordeal that consisted of an enzyme wrap (where we were massaged with a blueberry sugar scrub and swaddled like a baby), a deep tissue massage, catered lunch (complete with local strawberries from the farm down the street), a facial and a manicure/pedicure. Sounds relaxing, right? By the end of the it all, we were actually bushed! It was as if we were too relaxed to do much of anything, but we still had to beat traffic to get to Seattle and get ready in time for dinner. I know, first world problems.
As you can probably imagine, we didn’t really snap any photos at the spa because we felt like we looked like greasy hot messes. Haha. But I did take lots of photos of everything else we did to share with you all!
Even before we got to our hotel in the heart of Seattle, there was so much traffic between a big bridge being under construction and a Mariners game that was happening at Safeco Field. But we hustled our way through the chaos and made it into our room with enough time to get fancy for our reservation at The Pink Door.
A silly pre-dinner selfie, with the bride on the right. I opted to wear a dress from Sourpuss Clothing and shoes from BAIT Footwear.
The Pink Door is an Italian Restaurant that exists in Post Alley, a decorated alleyway just before you hit Pike Place Market. Once a violin shop, The Pink Door became a reality in 1981 where you can enjoy dinner, drinks and amazing entertainment–and by amazing entertainment, I mean trapeze and burlesque. While you’re dining!
The restaurant was a lot bigger than I thought it was going to be, with the most gorgeous and kitschy decor. There were unique chandeliers, humongous ornate mirrors, eccentric artwork and an all-around fantastical feel. Makes sense, considering it’s gotta be a space for fitting entertainment!
Dream scooter right here! I love the perfectly matching bag that says “Good Vibes” on it too.
For drinks and dinner, as best friends do, we each got something different and shared. I had a vegetarian lasagna made with besciamella, which I learned is a sauce made from a white roux and milk. Scrumptious! Brittney had the Spaghetti Con Carciofi, which was made with artichokes, parmigiano, garlic and olive oil, while Trisha chowed down on rigatoni with Italian sausage. We also ordered some well-deserved beverages, one of which had cutesy name like From My Rose Hips to My Lips. Delicious!
But the best part was dessert.
Clearly, you can see we’re kind of messy eaters… especially when bread and amazing local olive oil are involved throughout the meal. No wonder they cover the tablecloths with paper!
Now, anyone who knows me in person remembers that when I go someplace fancy, I need to sample their dessert. That pattern was continued here at The Pink Door, where the three of us mowed down on these three gorgeous desserts: strawberry shortcake, crispy pavlova with fresh strawberries, and cabaret cake, which is also delightfully known as “boobie cake.” Seriously, I’m not kidding.
And I’ll tell you what, reader… all three were delicious. As I’m typing this, I’m salivating just thinking about it!
The literal pink door of the restaurant. It was fun to find it sitting in the alley across from the whiskey bar!
After we had stuffed ourselves full of good food, our intentions were to explore this area of Seattle, but the weather had gone cold and grey, and we quickly began to freeze after popping into a few bars. We had decided to head back to our hotel room, grab coats and hang out at the little cafe right next to our hotel. After some time there (and me spilling my Tom Collins all over the table in my regular clumsy fashion, then finishing my replacement Tom Collins), we had actually opted for a pajama party in the hotel room. So we trudged back up the stairs and commended ourselves for our great intentions, but amazing Vulcan mind-melding when we all realized we were too bushed and full to even stay up super late into the night, as most bachelorette parties would demand. We’re the exception, folks! We hung out in pajamas, chatted about life and other things, including but not limited to getting “Treat Yourself” tattooed on ourselves. Actually, on our asses because we thought it would be hilarious. (Reminder: we were full, drunk and tired as all get out!)
The next day was also relaxing, as we got to do some exploring at the Pike Place Farmers Market and snagged breakfast.
My favorite booth at the Farmers Market has to be the flower booths–they sell gorgeous varieties of these giant bouquets! They’re so breathtaking, I wish I could take them all and keep them forever in my home a la The Great Gatsby. (“You… Did you ransack a greenhouse?” I wish.)
We even stopped by my favorite French bakery, La Panier! Every time I visit here, since it’s not very often, I have to buy two of every macaron flavor they have so Jake and I can enjoy them and savor every flavor. This time, they had chocolate, wild strawberry, caramel, passion fruit, black currant, lemon, coffee, pistachio, vanilla and raspberry. (And because I’m slowly teaching myself French, I’ll write them here in Français: chocolat, fraise des bois, caramel, passion, cassis, citron, café, pistache, vanille et framboise.)
Their eclairs are also to die for! The pistachio eclair is so delicious, it’ll send you to a whole new dimension.
This picture was actually taken at home, where I proceeded to stuff my face with these adorable treats! Though I’ve only devoured a few… more tonight!
Look at these gorgeous vegetables at the market. So many beautiful colors!
This bachelorette party fitting for a bookwormy introvert got me thinking about self care and how it’s important to treat yourself once in a while. And it doesn’t have to be big things like this… because I spent a lot of money during this weekend, as you can imagine with a six hour spa day, fancy dinner, hotel stay and so on. But the small things count too. A little good thing happened today? Cool, treat yourself to a coffee or a favorite drink. You’re feeling good about yourself? Treat yourself with doing something fun. You’re feeling down? Treat yourself with a face mask or watch a movie that makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. There are so many things you can do to treat yourself–the ideas are infinite, as are the things you’re capable of.
During this venture, my friends and I shared some winning moments we had in life since we had last seen each other, along with struggles, worries, stressors and just downright messed up shit we were going through. Together, we needed to have this time together and just allow ourselves to just let go and relax–something that I know my two friends haven’t been able to do for a long time (they’ve got toddlers… I think that’s probably reason enough. Shout out to all the parents out there!).
I remember we were laying on our beds and just being silly, when Brittney mentioned how our motto has always been “Treat Yo’ Self,” coined by the NBC show, Parks & Recreation. In my silly and sleepy stupor, I suggested that we get it tattooed on us–as not only a symbol of our friendship, but also as a steadfast reminder. The very next day, when we all parted our separate ways, it was brought up again in seriousness and we all agreed that we’d get our own version of the motto tattooed on us together at the same time.
So you might catch me with another addition to my tattoo collection in the near future. 🙂
Let this post serve as a small, gentle reminder: remember to treat yourself, because you deserve good things too. And every little thing counts.