Pink tinsel, confetti balloons, and Jeffrey Campbell glitter heels...
It's almost here! In less than a month, Morgan Hall will become Morgan Cullari! (Let's take a moment to acknowledge how much we love her fiesty, spicy, super loyal fiance, Antonio.
It's not every bachelorette that turns out this spectacular, and its why I have to give Royce Nelson and Kiki Williams a sincere thank you for planning such an amazing event.
Friday evening began by checking into our hotel room at the Intercontinental downtown. To say this place is high tech, is an understatement. We arrive and are directed to the 70th floor to check in. Surrounded by little figurine art, we head to the first elevator.
Check in is gorgeous with floor to ceiling windows and a view of Los Angeles like I've never seen. It's quite ego boosting to be looking "down" at the Ritz. We're directed to another set of elevators and punch in our destination on a digital flat screen to request our elevator. Our ears pop a second time on our way down to our room on the 41st floor.
We arrive upon a rosegold tinsel door and Morgan knows it's for her!
Inside the room is floor to ceiling windows, a view of the city's best helicopter pads, and a heck of a suite complete with an automatic HEATED toilet! From the leather stitched pillows, to the marble bathroom floors, this place is everything posh.
The party begins with a meet and greet and some ice breakers as Morgan's friends from East to West Coast all arrive. We've got drinks, chicken wraps, hummus, and the entire hotel's supply of ice buckets filled with champagne.
Later that evening, we head up to Spire 73 on the roof of our hotel. The open-air bar is the tallest of its kind in the western hemisphere. Take that New York! Surrounded by 360 view of the city lights, we order lush cocktails (or in my case, mocktails) and spread out throughout the intimate bar conversing with each other over life, men, and new business ventures. It becomes evident that Morgan keeps only the most interesting of friends.
We're offered shots, the single girls lead on a few guys, Morgan cat-crawls on a bench, EDM plays, girls cluster into groups by the view, we huddle under crosshatch canopies, and finally we gather everyone for a night cap at the lobby bar. Those of us staying in the hotel stay up late catching up and getting to know one another. We sleep like babies.
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