Last weekend was my Bachelorette party. I’m honestly still recovering. On Friday… well we did all the normal Bachelorette things that I’m pretty sure I can’t talk about on the air or write about in a permanent setting…

But Saturday, my betrothed and I partnered for our bachelor/bachelorette festivities to give our friends an awesome yet tiny music festival right in our backyard. Really it is a piece of land out south of Lincoln, but it was Woodstock with 30 people.

We played games, we rocked on the stage, and we burned 8ft tall effigies of our single selves.

Grollypalooza was a success.