A long weekend of boots, bourbon & bridesmaids
We have exactly seventy-two hours to spoil Gabby rotten, sing too loud, eat too much hot chicken, and dance until our boots give out. Pack your prettiest things, your stretchiest jeans, and the kind of energy that only shows up south of the Mason–Dixon. I cannot wait to see all your beautiful faces in Music City.
Three nights. One bride. The honky-tonk capital of the world.
The very best women on God's green earth, all in one place.






Loose plans, tight pours. Times are aspirational; the pedicures are non-negotiable.
A loose dress code, mostly so the photos look incredible. Lean in.
Cutoff denim shorts, a cute cropped tank, your favorite cowboy boots, and a wide-brim hat. Comfortable enough for the airport and pulled together the second you hit Broadway.
Bring out the rhinestones. Sequin tops, white mini skirts, fringe bags, white cowboy hats and tall white boots. Sparkle from across the dance floor — the bride goes head-to-toe shine.
Breezy striped maxi dresses, sun hats, silk neck scarves and a glass of rosé. Picnic-table-ready and easy on a slow Sunday morning. Sandals or low boots — your blisters will thank you.
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Split into three easy chunks so it doesn't sting all at once. Send via Venmo to @amy-bachlink.
What's covered: 2 nights at The Dive Motel (shared rooms), Saturday breakfast catering,
Saturday pedicure, group transportation between activities, welcome boxes, and decor.
On your own: flights, individual drinks, hot chicken, brunch, and any souvenirs you fall in love with.
For everything — flights, allergies, surprises for the bride, last-minute panic — text me anytime. Day or night, I'm on it. Cannot wait to give Gabby the weekend she deserves with all of you.
Text Amy (615) 482-1335