Notes on a bachelorette party
This past Saturday we celebrated the end of my baby sister's bachelorette days.
There were raunchy gifts
Fierce Top Model poses
A drag queen or three
Some butt grabbin'
Drunken conversation & subsequent dancing with a middle-aged stranger
A spilled drink in a bridesmaid's purse
Improvisational pole dancing on the way back to the train
And, finally, a hangover.
Happy last night of freedom, sis. I love you enough to shove Advil down your throat and rub chapstick on your drunk-ass lips. You're welcome.
I both love you and hate you for posting these pictures. But mostly I love you.