Bachelorette in Dallas, TX

One of my close friends from college who lives in Wisconsin is getting married in New Jersey so we chose to go to Dallas, TX for a bachelorette party. Yes! It was more of a no-fuss ladies weekend away. An opportunity to catch up, relax, and be pampered.

Where We Stayed

While Dallas may not come to mind as a place to go away to for a bachelorette party, luxury hotels can be found anywhere. We chose The Joule, a lavish boutique hotel in a historic Neo-Gothic building constructed in 1927 for a bank. On its 10th floor there’s a heated outdoor infinity pool that sticks out over the sidewalk below. Strong, delicious, fancy cocktails are to be had from the poolside bar.

A delightful surprise was the 30-foot-tall sculpture of an eyeball especially since the bride-to-be is an ophthalmologist, specifically a retina specialist.

Where We Dined

Since we were out in the ‘burbs, Saturday lunch was at Mexican Sugar in Plano at the Shops at Legacy. Of course, that meant afterwards we perused the shops. We sat outside on their beautiful patio, absorbing the sun rays, greedily eating guacamole, queso, chips & salsa. Their entrees were “fresh & light”.

For dinner later that day, we went to Fearings at the Ritz-Carlton. I loved the decor, the service was fantastic, the seating intimate, and the food did not disappoint. Before this indulgence, though, we had drinks at Five Sixty by Wolfgang Puck, a dramatic revolving restaurant at the top of Dallas’ iconic Reunion Tower.

Finally, on Sunday we stopped by at Pecan Lodge for a taste of Dallas’ most award-winning BBQ. I was disappointed that they had run out of beef ribs by the time we got there, but the brisket was excellent. Smokey, fatty, and moist!

Activities

We were supposed to go salsa dancing at Gloria’s. FAIL!

We were supposed to join a Sunday morning Cycle class at Vital Fitness Studio. Also FAIL.

We did “go shopping” at the Shops of Legacy.

We did go to the spa at the Joule. That was possibly the highlight for me, especially as you don’t have to get one of their expensive treatments solely for access to the spa.

And what’s a bachelorette party without something risque? LaBare Dallas markets itself as the best male dance club so I will not speak ill. Few of us had been to an establishment like this before and our discomfort was very clear. Since the drinks were weak, our conversation soon turned philosophical. From judging the women who seemed to be regulars and who became petulant when “their dancer” was paying attention to another woman, to wondering how the dancers achieved their baby-soft skin, to discussing what a better business model for an entertainment club for women would be (male dancers in cages?). As long as we kept giving them dollar bills, the dancers were much obliged to answer our questions ranging from where they came from (miltary family), life goals (lawyer), where they learnt their acrobatics (YouTube), and what they do for fun (shoot guns).

It was a fun super-relaxing yet super-tiring weekend.