I had my bachelorette party this past Saturday. Oh, dear, where to start? It was everything that you would expect. I feel like I lived up to the stereotype without any major casualties. We didn't make it out to Centerfolds on 15th, but does one really need sweaty men in banana hammocks gyrating all over? Me thinks not. Speaking of strippers, my party guests and I got to partake of the stripper pole at Tia Lou's where we had the part-ay. Lord knows why they have a one there, as it's just a restaurant/dance club, but it made for a great photo op. (It's a bit harder than it looks to twist around on one of those things!)
I also had the requisite blow job shot and wore a tiara adorned with lighted penises, which matched the penis straws quite nicely. Thankfully, there were about four other bachelorette parties taking place that same evening, so I blended right in. It was a classy affair for all involved.
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