Editor's Note: Altar-bound couple Falen Bonsett and Paul (Meatsauce) Lambert are both local radio morning show personalities. On either's show the topic of their relationship is far from off-limits, but seeing as Meatsauce's show (KFAN's The Power Trip) is primarily guys talking sports and Falen's (KDWB's The Dave Ryan Show) skews to the female demographic, depending on which you listen to, you're really only getting half the story. We thought we'd let them tell you the rest . . . he said/ she said style.
In this installment the duo talks about the time-honored tradition of bachelor and bachelorette parties.
My bachelorette party here in Minnesota was two weekends ago, and I had one rule for it: NO SHOTS! I hate shots. I'm not 21 anymore, and they make me sick.
Actually, my real goal for the evening was to stay out past 10 p.m. Because I wake up early, I go to bed early. So I usually don't go out unless it's for a station event or a friend's birthday, which meant I was more afraid of letting my friends down than anything.
We started out at my friend Lauren's house, where we played a couple of fun games. Everyone got me a pair of undies—side note: all forms of this word are a bit weird, so I chose this one—I had to guess who got me the underwear and drink if I got it wrong. Let's just say I got them all wrong. Next was a trivia game. They’d asked Paul random questions and I had to guess what his answers were.
Then we were off to dinner at Mission. I'd never been before, and it was fantastic. Finally it was time to go to some bars. As I said, I don't go out, so I had no idea where to go. We went to the first place, and they turned us away—they said you needed a reservation to bring a party in. We went to Union's rooftop next and got a few drinks while getting a game plan together. The next place we went had a $200 bottle minimum, and nobody was there. I was like, Ummmmm . . . NO!
Then, out of nowhere, Lucas from KDWB appeared. He knows about every bar in the Twin Cities and immediately saved us. He took us to Sneaky Pete's. It was a perfect place for a bachelorette party, and I had such a great time. We even had random drunk dudes dance on our table! I was surprised that I actually got drunk, and I didn't get sick. Plus, I stayed out until 1 a.m. That isn't late for most people, but for me, that was impressive!
My second party was in Nashville because I didn’t want my Indiana friends (where I grew up) to have to fly here.
I ordered a dress online, and of course it didn't show up, so in a mad rush, I went to Macy's and grabbed one before catching my flight.
Once I landed in Louisville, we made the quick road trip to Nashville. I love Nashville; it's pretty much a guaranteed good time. Being short on time, we immediately got ready (which takes about four hours for 11 girls) and went to dinner. I got a bunch of raunchy gifts, and we hit up Broadway.
If you haven't been to Nashville, Broadway’s the main strip. We went to The Big Bang. It's a dueling pianos bar, which is basically my exact scene. It took about an hour, but we weaseled our way into multiple tables next to each other. I did end up on stage for an interesting round of the Hokey Pokey, and only one girl got sick. I did wear flats this time, so my feet survived!
As for Paul’s bachelor party, I don't have all of the details—I'm sure he'll share those in his story—but I had no rules. I told him to live it up . . . motorboat whatever he wanted. I know he looked rough when he got home the next morning, and he had a great time!
The original plan for my bachelor party was to spend the opening weekend of March Madness in Las Vegas, but that plan never worked out for multiple reasons. So we came up with the next best thing: spend a Saturday night at my favorite spots in Minneapolis.
We got the party started at Rock Bottom Brewery. We were all to meet at 12 p.m., but of course I was the first one there. So I stood at my own bachelor party for 15 minutes, waiting for the cavalry to arrive. Everyone starting trickling in and the party started. We kicked off with beer and the great food they have, but around 3:30 p.m. we all started to realize we still had dinner ahead of us and another bar to hit after dinner.
Our dinner reservations were at 5 p.m., so around 4:30 p.m. it was like herding cattle. We got to Manny's and they’d reserved the back room for us—not for the reason of look at us, but since we are all loud people it was the best option.
Falen had printed all kinds of pictures that had been placed on the table, so those got the conversation started. I ordered the biggest steak—just think the Old 96er from The Great Outdoors. Every bite was unreal. The food was wonderful, the company was even better.
The stories flowed and the memories relived. It was a perfect! After that we went to more bars and the night was so fun. I was honored by all my friends that showed up and the stories that were told.
The next weekend, Falen and I went to Louisville. She went off to Nashville with her friends while I stayed in town to hang with my soon-to-be brother-in-law and a couple friends.
We started at the gun range. It was my first time shooting a gun, and it was really fun. It was everything I thought it would be. Our next stop was a local Irish bar. I had some local brews and an unreal burger.
After a few more local beers, the next move was needed and instead of going to more bars, I asked if we could go back to Brian’s man cave and watch the March Madness games on his 65-inch TV. My request was granted and by 10 p.m. I was asleep. But . . . at 12 a.m. I was awoken and asked if I wanted to go to Waffle House. I don’t think I’ve ever gotten up quicker. It was the perfect ending to a perfect couple of weekends.
I’m extremely lucky to have all these people in my life and even luckier to be marrying Falen.