First up on Friday--my bachelorette party! Woohoo! Just to start, I've never been into the typical pink sash and penis necklace that most bachelorettes get. But I figured I needed something to make me stand out, because who doesn't like lots of random attention? Apparently Brooke. Because for some reason, the headband I wore really embarassed her. Hmm. It just had a giant cardboard engagement ring and a veil attached. What's embarrassing about that? Just because I wore it everywhere and people gave me lots of funny looks doesn't mean you should duck for cover or blush like you're on fire. Oh well. Sorry, Brooke.
First, six of us went to play Whirlyball. It's the coolest game that's basically jai-alai in bumper cars aiming at a basketball goal. AWESOME!!! It really was one of the most fun things I've ever done (either my life is really dull or everyone else needs to jump on the Whirlyball train--or bumper car--heehee). As long as you don't mind a few bruises (or lots) and a little soreness, I recommend it to anyone.
Then Jenn had to leave us, because being the super-smart girl she is (no really, I wish I had her brain), she had to study for a med school test. Pretty important, so she gets a pass. So the remaining five of us went to Chili's for dinner. Pretty uneventful, but uber fun and relaxed, as Chili's usually is. I had a yummy drink, tasted like orange Kool-aid. See, my alcohol tolerance is pretty low. So this one drink was a pretty big deal, in that I finished it and wasn't tipsy and was able to have another later. (Impressive for a bachelorette party, right? Two drinks. Livin' it up... congratulate me.)
After Chili's we went to a bar in Smyrna called Zucca (?) that a friend of Brooke's recommended for dancing. It went kind of slow at first, but group dances always bring people out on the floor. And I had my second drink of the night that Hannah said I just had to try. An Amaretto sour. Definitely worth it. I absolutely love dancing with these friends. Hannah and Lindsey are dancing fiends, and Beth is always up for a party. Brooke, not so much, but she got hit on all night, so she was occupied. Highlights of the night:
-Lindsey getting hit on by an old man and a girl at the same time.
-getting asked by an old Italian guy if he could give me a hickey for the wedding day. (In a thick Italian accent: "Oh, NOOOO! Do not marry him! He soooo ugly!!!! Marry MEEEEE! Can i give you hickey? To remember me? Oh, NOOOO!")
-getting ice thrown at me by a guy whose drink I turned down at the beginning of the night. We were sitting there chatting and I feel someone tap my shoulder. I see this murky drink in my face and this drunk guy holding it. I refuse, he gets mad. "Whatever, I'm not tryin' anything, it's just a drink..." Brooke said it was rude to turn it down. May be rude, but 1. He didn't ask what I wanted (also rude), and 2. I didn't see it made. Yeah, no. Not gonna take that one. Turns out it was a Jaeger bomb, and the whole mixing uppers and downers has never really worked for me. Well, apparently he got really offended because the entire night he was throwing ice at me or giving me drunk, droopy-eyed mean looks.
-the random dude who walked by me at least three times and said "Happy birthday!" Oooo-kaaay, does this thing on my head really look like a generic party hat? Guess that was the beer talking.
So after some dancing we all parted ways. Soooo much fun, wish you all could have been there. Thanks Brooke!
P.S. Pictures will be posted later as soon as someone gives me some.
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