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Alright, I apologize. Homer Simpson’s not here telling us where to eat in New Orleans. I know you were really wanting to see Homer guest blog on…… Read more “Homer Simpson’s Guide on Where to Eat in New Orleans”
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If you’re into architecture even just slightly, you’ll be able to appreciate the many astounding offerings the city has available. Today, we’re going to focus on architect/artist Antonio Gaudí’s Park Güell because, really, it deserves its own post.
Thanks for coming back for more information on making your fun Nashville Destination Bachelorette Party! In this final section, we’ll continue on with actually enjoying all the activities for our large group. If you arrived on this page first, I hope you check out Part 1 on how to get started planning a more creative bachelorette party and then Part 2 on our first experience with an AirBnb apartment!
Thanks for coming back for more information on creating your own fun, alternative Nashville Destination Bachelorette Party! In this section, we’ll continue on with choosing our rooming options for a large group.
If your favorite bride isn’t into club hopping and boozing it up but still wants to go to a party town, you can all totally still have an fantastically crazy good time without going to a single bar in Nashville.
As a young girl, maybe a “tween,” I had developed this urge. I could not shake it, try as I might. It was primal and insistent. I could feel it gnawing and scratching inside me, looking for just a small way out, gasping for air. Honestly, I do not remember how it even managed to get in there.