Saturday night = BEST BACHELORINA FIESTA EVAH.
Yes, that's me wearing bright pink feathered blinking penises on my head* and snuggling a giant cack-'n-balls balloon** while appearing to be stark naked. (Fortunately for everyone, I was entirely clothed during the duration of the evening.) That's my friend Stephanie looking three sheets to the wind and not even remotely annoyed that she would later need to pump and dump TWICE to rid her body of tequila before breast feeding her infant, and not even vaguely pissed that she would only get 45 minutes of sleep that night. My girls made me proud - almost of all them had tiny babies at home but came out anyway, managing to drink and disco me under the table. I am a lucky girl to be surrounded by such formidable women. I, on the other hand, disgraced myself in my usual fashion and woke up this morning with one shoe on and a hangover the size of Texas.
*Ironically, of course.
**Popped halfway through the evening by a mariachi player. What could it mean?