So, Saturday night was my friend E.'s bachelorette party. It started early, so I tried really hard not to start drinking too soon. My goal for the night was to have as much fun as possible without incurring a hangover the next day. E.'s sister lives out in the country and that's where the fun began.
Like every function my friends put on, there was amazing food. It was a Mexican theme if you couldn't tell from this photo. They also served margaritas and Corona with lime. Mmmmm.
Lucky for us, there was also a litter of adorable kittens in the garage. Seriously, what could be better?
Well, you know I'm always going to say that my friends are the best, and they're even better than that when they're wearing dorky hats, with animal print bands on them.
Oh, and I can't forget the fake tattoos. Because sure some of us are girlie girls, but we can also be some tough bitches when we want too.
On top of all the other party favors, someone who was a real lover of fun, got E. a riding crop which we took turns putting to good use. As I'm sure you all would too if you had one at your bachelorette parties. It was WAY more fun than a dildo necklace.
After it got dark, we decided to venture downtown for a scavenger hunt. It was graduation weekend here so all the bars were packed. Our first stop was to George's where we ran into the guys having Rory's bachelor party and between the two groups, we pretty much invaded that poor bar.
We eventually left the boys at George's and headed to IC Uglies (for any of you expats, it's the bar formerly known as Tuck's). Because the boys were gone, we were more diligent with the scavenger hunt there. One thing that wasn't on our list, but we took advantage of anyway because we almost had to, was a photo of the bachelorette riding bitch in a sidecar.
I didn't pay a lot of attention to the scavenger hunt stuff. You know me, I have a hard time with that whole paying attention thing. Basically, someone would call me over to take a picture when it was necessary and I was happy to do it. Here is something where I think E. had to do a shot called a blow job that some random guy was supposed to hold near his crotch. Of course, the random guy in this case was Dan R. a regular at the Dublin (the bar E.'s fiance owns) so it was all very safe and respectful.
Here E. is applying lipgloss to some hot guy who we didn't know. He was a great sport about the whole thing and even kissed her neck to leave lipstick marks on it for her.
We literally skipped to our next stop, which was Joe's Place. Once there we decided to get all 5,0231 of us to do a shot in honor of the bride to be. I'm sure it was a pain in the ass for the bartenders, but we tipped them well, so they grudgingly put up with it. That was the only shot I did all night, in keeping with my moderation policy for the evening.
I'm sure you'll all be shocked to hear that we ended up having a dance party at the Dublin to finish off the night. By the time the bar closed, E.'s tiara was a little crooked, but she looked amazing. She's still young enough to pull that off. Damn her.
You will also all be happy to know that I refrained from attending the after hours all girl sleepover at my friend Eggo's house, and went home instead. And, Oh yeah. I had all the fun in the world, and didn't have a hangover today. I'm a good girl.