Do you have A-game?

SWANN’S WAY 7.2 | Bachelorette attendees and 19th century French servants are basically the same.

You pack boxes, run laundry, and pack those clothes newly cleaned into boxes. Odd items emerge from the ignored corners of your apartment. Square vases. A wicker basket. Cat fur and tangled wires congregate everywhere the light cannot reach. And you miss the version of yourself that you are when you’re at someone else’s bachelorette.

On one of these girls’ trips this month, your friend’s friend said, “What’s your fiancée like? Is he funny like you?” (Her words; your flex.) You had been in full girls-trip mode. Ripping bits, telling stories, taking shots, dancing on tables, eating a stranger's abandoned fries.

You tell her that Luke is silly, but you’re also not comedically on like this when you're at home on the couch. “I’m not always in show mode,” you say.

“Are you in a show mode now?” she asks with a sweet wonder and wide eyes. To her, your behavior is an enthralling case study, like a viral video of a dog on hind legs.

You pause. “Absolutely.”

Today, the Saturday before your move, yo…