Girls Gone Mild: My Bachelorette Weekend in Miami
I’ve never really been the wild bachelorette type. No party buses. No chaos. Just give me my best friend, good food, cute outfits, meaningful moments… and I’m good.
This past weekend, Gabby flew to Miami for my bachelorette — and it was everything I could’ve hoped for and more. The theme? Girls Gone Mild. I’m not a drinker, not a partier — but I love a good vibe. I love music. I love spaces that feel alive. I love moments that make life feel sacred and special and so worth savoring.
And that’s exactly what this weekend was.
Thursday night:
We kicked things off the second she landed. Changed, got dressed, and headed to Lagniappe — an adorable little wine bar I’d been saving just for her. We’re the kind of girls who notice everything. We love the details — the lighting, the playlist, the chairs, the energy. And Lagniappe was it. Warm string lights, DIY cheese boards, people-watching gold. We sat for hours — laughing, catching up on life, crying over what we’ve walked through together, soaking in the kind of friendship that feels like home.
Dinner after was at Mandolin Aegean Bistro, because no Miami trip is complete without a delicious Mediterranean meal. Somewhere between the wine and the best meatballs I’ve ever had, it hit me: this wasn’t just a dinner. It was a marker in time. Gabby’s been there for everything — heartbreaks, healing seasons, big leaps of faith. And here she was again….celebrating one of the most special moments in life with me as I step into something new. Marriage. Wifehood. A brand new chapter…and I couldn’t ask for more.
Friday:
A slow start. A morning walk. A matcha run (coconut water matcha from Magdalena 10/10). That night, Jack took us to dinner at Call Me Gaby — the dreamiest Italian spot with twinkle lights and the best pizza & pasta. After dinner, we went to Salt & Straw for ice cream and just sat outside, talking and laughing. It felt like the perfect summer night. The kind you never want to end…
Saturday:
This was our laziest and most chaotic-in-the-best-way day. We spent most of the day on the beach…and after getting baked in the sun, we spent four hours on the couch watching Love on the Spectrum and The Secret Lives of Mormon Wives and ordered pizza. But around 9pm, we looked at each other like… okay. It’s our last night. Let’s do something.
So we rallied. Got dressed up. Put on our little outfits. And went to Sexy Fish — a wild, colorful, over-the-top spot that somehow felt like the perfect Miami sendoff. We danced. We people-watched. The music was loud, the vibes were high, and somehow we still felt totally ourselves — not lost in the chaos of Miami night life, just soaking in the moment. Honestly, it was the most us version of going out we could’ve done.
Sunday:
Another coconut matcha walk. And then church. And I don’t even know how to put into words what that service meant to me. I sat between two people I love with my whole heart — my best friend on one side, my future husband on the other — and I just cried. Because it hit me:
This wasn’t just a cute bach weekend.
This was special.
This was healing.
This was a prayer answered…again.
A prayer I used to dream of over and over again. And now I was sitting in it. Living it. Feeling it. This life — this soft, joy-filled, steady life — it’s mine. And it’s all because of the goodness of God.
To the outside world, it might’ve looked like just another girls’ weekend. But to me, it was a celebration of every tear, every unanswered question, every season I didn’t think I’d make it through. It all felt like a big long love letter from God. A reminder that He sees it all, and He is always working behind the scenes to work it all together for good, and that the best is always yet to come. I couldn’t have asked for a better bach weekend, a better best friend, or a better future husband. I truly wouldn’t have it any other way. Girls gone mild, baby - what a sweet time. Thank you, Jesus.
