Gert hadn't been feeling super cheerful the past few days. Even though she was pretty firmly agnostic, and even though she thought Thanksgiving was a stupid, unjust holiday that celebrated horrible crimes and had no business being marketed as some kind of celebration of friendship, the looming approach of Hanukkah and Thanksgiving on her iCal was
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She wasn't sure there even was such a thing, but her mom and Daphne both seemed to think that there was. And for some reason, Bay had to go along. But she wasn't complaining too hard; even if the wedding was Toby's worst idea ever -- which Bay kind of thought it was, though the gambling thing was up there -- she was about ready for a couple days at home.
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She made a face. "I don't even know what people our age do at bachelorette parties."
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"Especially religious people our age," Gert said thoughtfully. "So you can probably rule out strippers, and... she probably doesn't even drink, huh?"
It already didn't sound like much of a bachelorette party at all. Not that Gert was even much of a drinker, but in this case alcohol seemed pretty inextricably tied to the concept.
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"She's definitely the 'I don't need to drink to have a good time' type," Bay confirmed. "Maybe we could go to Starbucks and have them make a crazy Frappuccino flavor. That might be her speed."
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"I'm not sure," she said, tugging a lock of hair as she thought. "I think Daphne might ask some people from my dad's office or something, since they both intern there."
She scrunched her nose. "... and then I'll be stuck at a teenage Christian bachelorette party with a bunch of political dorks. Whee."
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If her evening sucked, she was going to get art material out of it.
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