My sister and friends hosted my bachelorette party this past Saturday night. That is a FANTASTIC way to spend a Saturday night; a veil, a penis wand, a candy bra, and a 5 ft blowup man named “Rico”.
I’ve acquired a few new bruises… Karaoke related injuries. Considering the events of the evening I think I made it out of there relatively unscathed.
There was a lot of booze and yummy bartenders… or was that the other way around. I’m not sure… it’s fuzzy. In a really warm fuzzy kind of way.
Definitely unforgettable, and no, you will NOT be getting any more details about that night.