I’m aliiiive. (And Mr. Funnel Cake is too!) We both survived our Polterabends none the worse for wear. Sadly, I was having too much of a good time trying to understand Schwiizerdütsch socialising to be a good blogger and take photos. So what did I get into with Mr. Funnel Cake’s scouting friends on Saturday night?
Well, after I met the girls at a tram stop in Zürich, we walked up to one of the girls homes on the hill in Zürich with a spectacular view over the city. (Just imagine, it’s more fun that way!) We had a lovely little apéro with prosecco and my very favourite Paprika chips, which deserve their own photo because they are SO yummy.
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Mind you, this whole time I was listening and speaking Swiss German, with varying levels of success.
At one point, the girls were talking about pharmacies in Switzerland and I honestly had no idea what they were going on about. Problem? Not really! They asked, “Do you understand all the Swiss German?” and I said, “Nope! But it’s all good!” which came out something like, “Naaai, aber s’guet!”
After the apéro, we had a traditional Swiss raclette dinner, with melted raclette cheese poured over potatoes, pickles, baby onions, peppers, etc. This is one of my favourite Swiss meals and while it’s rather filling, I’m always happy to partake in it!
There was a bit of meshing of two worlds as one of my old rotary house friends came and met Mr. Funnel Cake’s scouting friends for the first time. Now, I don’t know what it is, but we’ve never mixed our friend groups. Maybe it’s because we usually speak to mine in English and his in German, or because they are just in really different fields/interests. Whatever it is… I was a little nervous about my “external” friend coming over. I had invited several friends, but the Polterabend was planned in a few days, so with little notice, only one person could make it. It was strange because my friend wanted to talk to me in English because she doesn’t get to use it very often, but it was way too awkward to have ONE person I was talking English with, while the rest of the group was speaking German, so I switched to German to avoid alienating anybody. It was a very odd dynamic though, because this friend and I have never had a German conversation before! I think she was even a little surprised by it.
We made it through dinner and afterward there was a snakes and ladders game planned with hidden questions to prove “how well” I knew Mr. FC. The scouting girls have known Mr. Funnel Cake for longer than I have, and I definitely failed the first two questions. One of them was a question about what brand Mr. Funnel Cake’s previous motorbike was. Now, I know what kind he has now (but don’t ask me the model!) and I had NO idea what he used to have. I knew it was something with letters hard to remember and that was it! Fail!
Another task (this time easier) was to guess which mystery bottle was tequila. I… ahem… got it correct right away! One of the girls was then tasked with making us some tequila sunrises. Mmmm!
You can see there were other mystery alcohols that we were supposed to guess about later, including kirsch!
Now, if I was getting a little discouraged that I was failing my questions at this point, the girls placed this collage of scouting guys in front of me and reaffirmed my knowledge. They told me that two pictures were Mr. Funnel Cake from now and a few years ago and that I needed to guess both.
I scored 100% of course! (Can you guess which ones are him?) They also pulled up a photo from Mr. Funnel Cake’s Greece sailing holiday where he met my friend that started the communication between us. Naturally I was able to know the location of that photo!
After we finished up the game we headed out to a club so I could get my dance on. I thought the dinner and game were really so sweet of the scouting girls and it was even better that one of them remembered I told her I wanted to go dancing during the summer. We danced our hearts out to all the songs that play on the radio here and I felt surreally European. (I don’t get out much!)
By 4:30AM I was home and after a shower and some internet, I was finally in bed at 6AM on Sunday morning. I was happy that I didn’t drink enough to warrant being tipsy or suffering a hangover and Mr. Funnel Cake kept me in the loop about his adventures via text so I didn’t have to worry about him.
What were your favourite parts about your bachelorette party? Did you have any mixing of friend groups at your party?
*All pictures are personal unless noted*
This article was originally posted onWeddingbee.
