bachelorette parties...

Saturday night I went to a bachelorette party, and I have to admit that I wasn't looking forward to going. Now don't get me wrong I love a good party, and this had all the makings of a great party. A party bus, jello shots, a cooler full of beer, dance music and about twenty girls ready to make sure their friend had a great "last night out", but I just wasn't excited.

Let's talk about bachelorette parties for a minute, I'm wondering are we celebrating that the girl is getting married or are we mourning the fact that she'll no longer be a single (as in unmarried) friend? Or do we just use an upcoming wedding as an excuse to throw a big party, get drunk, act stupid, and try to get guys to buy Blow Pops with condoms glued on them? Personally, I just think it's an excuse to have a party, besides it's what you're supposed to do.

Anyway, I was not looking forward to this party but I had agreed to go and knew that I would probably disappoint if I didn't show. I had planned on showing up and just making an appearance and had no intention of actually riding the party bus. It always starts with the best of intentions doesn't it?

I was late getting to the party so I missed the pick-up and just met the party at the first bar, the plan was to have a drink and then go home, making it a fairly early night. I ended up on the party bus and out til after 2am.

I realized a few things over the course of the evening:

1. The bouncers at Nutty's are slightly creepy...when exiting the conversation went something like this
Him: You guys have a good night...(looking at me) damn girl you have
some seductive eyes
Me: Ummm, thanks. It's just a lot of make-up
Him: No it's not the makeup...damn.
(as I'm walking away)
Him: Hey come back here...will you rub my ears?

2. Anytime I am around a stripper pole I end up with some kind of injury. At Heather's bachelorette party I sprained my ankle, and this time I ended up with a stiletto in my side and now I have a massive bruise to commemorate that evening.

3. I hate Bucks with a passion, and over the years the crowd that hangs out there has gotten worse and worse.

4. Sometimes I flirt with guys just for an ego boost and I don't see anything wrong with it.

5. I need to learn how to give out a fake number, or just say no. Otherwise I end up with texts until 3am and all the next day telling me how "grate" it was to meet me and wanting to know when I want to hang out again.

Despite my initial reservations I ended up having a great time. My only regret is the fact that I chose to wear a fantastic pair of hot pink heels that are not made for dancing. I suppose what they say is true "beauty is pain", and my shoes were beautiful.