Wedding Blog

This past weekend I attended a bachelorette party for my friend S, who is getting married in less than a month in Rhode Island. We started out with dinner at a drag queen bar/restaurant called Lips. That was my third time there—I’ve been there twice before for two birthdays. I’ve always had a blast there, and this time was no different. Only this time, one of the queens, who happened to be exceptionally well endowed, grabbed my face and smooshed it in between her breastesses. I started screaming, thinking the whole time, “Ahhhhh my eyebrowssss! MY EYEBROWS!!!”

Fortunately for me, they stayed pretty much intact (whew!). Seriously, everyone should grow their eyebrows out—I mean, you never know when a drag queen might come along and stuff your face in her cleavage, running the risk of you looking like Whoopi Goldberg for the rest of the night. Anyway, Lips is a great place. It’s very popular for bachelorette parties and birthdays, and watching poor unsuspecting men get harassed by drag queens never gets old. These ladies have attitude and they really make your dinner into an experience.

After dinner, we walked over to the Meatpacking District to party.

Our friend D somehow got all of us (about 10 girls) into the club without waiting in line, a table without a reservation, AND a free bottle of champagne. She claimed to know a friend of a friend that knows a friend, but I’m fairly certain that it had a lot to do with the fact that she’s hot. I have to say that I had a ton of fun, especially when nobody came over and kicked us out when we were dancing on top of the chairs. I think I finally made it home just before the sun came up. I haven’t been out like that in a VERY long time.

I always have fun wherever I go, but when I first walked into that club I thought, man, I’m OLD. The music’s too loud. I can’t hear anyone. It’s so crowded!

I’m always up to party once in a while, and I think Saturday night was my obligatory “one night a year of craziness”. I’m more of the laid back homebody that likes to see how many chicken wings she can eat without making herself sick at sports bars (I don’t even like sports—but why do wings always taste the best at sports bars?). Because of that, I made my bridesmaids swear not to plan a bachelorette party for me. I really hate being the center of attention and don’t even want a bridal shower! I would be happy just spending some low key quality time eating crabs or something, because Mr. Martini is allergic to shellfish and it will probably be the last time I eat crabs (Sigh. The things I give up for love.), or spending a quiet night baking cupcakes and drinking wine and martinis. Slumber party anyone?

What kind of bachelorette are you? Are you a wild girl? Or a boring one like me?