Mission Bachelorette Party...successful.
There were sashes. And pins. And amusingly-shaped candy. And a very large piece of anatomy on a leash. And a hotel room. And MATCHING GLITTERY PINK SHIRTS. We ate pizza and chips and played stupid games like we were still 12 years old, drank like we were still 21 (mostly for free), heckled strange men, received marriage proposals along with desperate cries of DON'T DO IT, and basically rocked the heck out of everything and everyone.
It almost alleviated the soul-rending pain caused by the bridal shower earlier. For some reason, and I know this probably makes me a hypocrite, I rejoiced in the bachelorette party...but the shower? One should only have to watch so much unwrapping of scented candles, nighties, and kitchen sets while pleased mothers coo in the background. Aggressive promotion of gender stereotypes in the midst of uncomfortably forced fun which not even the bride enjoyed, woohoo!
There were sashes. And pins. And amusingly-shaped candy. And a very large piece of anatomy on a leash. And a hotel room. And MATCHING GLITTERY PINK SHIRTS. We ate pizza and chips and played stupid games like we were still 12 years old, drank like we were still 21 (mostly for free), heckled strange men, received marriage proposals along with desperate cries of DON'T DO IT, and basically rocked the heck out of everything and everyone.
It almost alleviated the soul-rending pain caused by the bridal shower earlier. For some reason, and I know this probably makes me a hypocrite, I rejoiced in the bachelorette party...but the shower? One should only have to watch so much unwrapping of scented candles, nighties, and kitchen sets while pleased mothers coo in the background. Aggressive promotion of gender stereotypes in the midst of uncomfortably forced fun which not even the bride enjoyed, woohoo!