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fun.” Macie slapped Keegan’s butt and she squealed.
    “Good. Annabelle, I’ll give you a call later tonight and we can discuss the details and maybe round up a few of the girls from the hospital that would like to go. Anyway,” she said, effectively changing the subject. “Isn’t there a wedding dress that you should be putting on?”
    Keegan grinned. “Yes! It just came in.” She clapped her hands. “Come on, I’m ready to try it on.”
    The three of us went over to Rowan, Donna, and Sarah. The rest of the day was spent sipping champagne, talking about wedding decorations, venues, food, and the dress Keegan was wearing. All of the excitement for her big day was swirling around and it was easy to get caught up in everything. By the time she dropped me off back at home later that evening, I sat in my living room, mindlessly petting Chaz and wishing I could take back my agreement to be a part of the bachelorette party. I couldn’t very well call Macie and cancel, she’d never let me. But I also knew I was going to be a train wreck that whole evening. So instead of trying to shut off my overactive brain, I came up with a failsafe plan. I’d let the girls know that I was the designated driver. Limiting my alcohol would insure I was in control. At least I thought it would. With that crowd, you never know what you’re getting into for the night.

“HEY, ARE YOU ALMOST READY?” Macie hollered at me from the living room.
    “Yeah. Give me a sec,” I yelled back.
    It was two weeks later, and the girls were all in my living room. Sometime in the last couple of weeks, it had been decided that not only was this a bachelorette party, it was doubling as a slumber party. Because I was the driver for the evening, my house was the obvious choice. Now here I sat, alone in my bedroom, feeling overwhelmed. I’d been having small panic attacks throughout the day that I’ve had to trample back down. I didn’t exactly hate people being in my house, I just didn’t like it. I knew I was being ridiculous and letting my anxiety take control. I’d taken a Xanax about an hour ago and it was just what I needed to settle my frazzled nerves. I looked up in the mirror at my reflection and tried to conjure the girl that I once was—a carefree spirit that loved being spontaneous and wild. What stared back at me was a control freak with eyes too wide, dressed like a grandma going to church. Sighing, I stood up and went out to meet the girls.
    There were five of us all together: Keegan, Macie, Jordan, Erin, and me. Jordan and Erin were girls from our L & D floor. They were a lot of fun and were the type to roll with the punches. Erin’s a stocky girl with chestnut brown hair and eyes. Her hair was cut into an adorable little bob and despite being slightly overweight, she had more self-confidence than all of us put together. Jordan was Erin’s polar opposite in looks. She was tall and lanky with long blond hair, similar to Keegan’s. Except where Keegan’s was wavy and thick, Jordan’s seemed thin and fine, and she was a bit more reserved. I, personally, liked both of them and was glad they were able to come. Several other girls had been invited as well, but the party either conflicted with their shifts, or they couldn’t find a sitter for their kids. That’s what I should have done. I should have offered to be the babysitter so I could have avoided tonight all together.
    “Alright, hookers, time to make a toast,” Macie said, grabbing a couple of shot glasses and filling them up with grape flavored Vodka. I lifted my glass of water in the air. “To my bestie, Keegan. May she get completely wasted, lose her panties, and kiss a stranger tonight.” They all laughed and cheered, throwing back their drinks.
    “Annabelle, is that what you’re wearing?” Erin asked, genuinely intrigued.
    I glanced down at my floral print dress. “Yes. Why?”
    Jordan and her snickered. “Honey, nobody is going to be looking at you when you have