I had picked the “Bride Tribe” temporary tattoo over “Pecker Inspector.” As I passed through security to catch my flight home, my eyelids were heavy, the stench of vodka seeped from my pores and my body ached. I wasn’t 20 anymore, but my friend had wanted us to act like we were for her bachelorette party. I’m just one of many millennials who’ve chosen to participate in a friend’s pre-wedding bash.