Sunday, November 13, 2005
The Bachelorette
So my friend Chrissy had a fake bachelorette party on Friday. As she put it, "why should people who are actually getting married have all the fun?" So out came the suck for a buck t-shirts, the bridal veils with devil's horns on them, and the feather boas. It was, after all, her last night of fake freedom.
Halfway through the night I started telling everyone that I had decided I was in love with Chrissy and that if I let her go through with this it would be a huge mistake. We do make a cute couple, don't you think? This shot would be our Christmas card, of course.
Oh, these naughty, naughty ladies. My favorite thing is that the suck for a buck necklaces actually left the life savers in their original packaging. Just because you're slutting it up in preparation for drudgerous monogamy, that's no reason to get unhygenic.
And of course there had to be dancing on the bar. The truly sad thing is that there was a real bachelorette party there at the same time as us, and ours was much, much better. Mainly because of the sarcasm, but still...
Sister Meg was in town for the proceedings. Somehow we managed to look surprised in this photo, even though we took it ourselves. We are special, special people.
So my friend Chrissy had a fake bachelorette party on Friday. As she put it, "why should people who are actually getting married have all the fun?" So out came the suck for a buck t-shirts, the bridal veils with devil's horns on them, and the feather boas. It was, after all, her last night of fake freedom.
Halfway through the night I started telling everyone that I had decided I was in love with Chrissy and that if I let her go through with this it would be a huge mistake. We do make a cute couple, don't you think? This shot would be our Christmas card, of course.
Oh, these naughty, naughty ladies. My favorite thing is that the suck for a buck necklaces actually left the life savers in their original packaging. Just because you're slutting it up in preparation for drudgerous monogamy, that's no reason to get unhygenic.
And of course there had to be dancing on the bar. The truly sad thing is that there was a real bachelorette party there at the same time as us, and ours was much, much better. Mainly because of the sarcasm, but still...
Sister Meg was in town for the proceedings. Somehow we managed to look surprised in this photo, even though we took it ourselves. We are special, special people.