Missi's bachelorette weekend
We had Missi's bachelorette this weekend in Atlantic City. Parts of the evening were not as cool, like doing so much walking that none of us got really drunk. But some things were really fun, like dancing until 2:30 in the morning, and bonding with every other bachelorette and bachelor party in the vicinity. There were lots. I was glad I had thought to get Missi some bachelorette gear: I got her a tiara with an attached veil, and bright pink beads for all of us to wear, and we found the flashing "Bride-to-Be" button I'd gotten for her shower. Missi's mom got her a Miss America-style bachelorette sash that also flashed, so Missi was well outfitted and everyone we met knew she was a bride, which only added to the fun. Donna also got a packet of bachelorette party buttons for everyone--they said things like Party Girl, Wild One, Tease, etc. I wore Drunk and Slut all night. Colleen had Bitch and Tease, Missi wore Dated The Groom, because no one else had, and Lauren got Single and Always A Bride's Maid. Just goofy fun.
Some fun stuff from the evening:
Donna's husband George got pulled over for speeding on the way to AC, even though we were definitely doing the limit and knew it because we were stuck behind a white minivan who was going really really slow, and the cop pulled her over too and she cried, and the cop was all mean but still let George off with a warning "because you're a local". At dinner, George wore Donna's beads with her Party Girl button attached.
(discussion of how good my breasts looked)
Rox: Really, it's just this amazing bra.
Rose: It's an amazing bra, but with breasts in it!
(walking past the Nude Dancing club where at least two dozen men were waiting in line to get in)
Rox: Hey, where's Colleen?
Lauren: Picking up some guy.
Rox: Oh I don't think so! (marches back, grabs Colleen by the arm, drags her away)
Colleen: Hey! I know him from work!
Lauren: (hysterical laughter) Do you really think I would've let her pick up some random guy?
(for the rest of the night, we kept taunting Colleen about how all her work friends hang out at the nudie bar. Next time we walked past there, Missi said, "Whoa, now I think I recognized somebody there!" but she didn't go talk to him.)
Drunk Man On Corner: You're the bride? I'd do ya!
Missi: Well, I wouldn't do you!!
Sweet Older Black Lady in the Bally's Restroom: You're the bride? Congratulations, honey! Let me give you a hug.
(Awww. While we were hugging friendly black ladies in the Bally's bathroom, a strange man was asking Colleen if he could kiss her feet, ostensibly so she would have a good bachelorette party story to tell but probably just because he was creepy. Colleen said, um no.)
We tried to go to a beach bar, but they were charging a $5 cover to get in, and the place was ass-empty and the band was terrible--we could hear the singer's off-key rendition of Marky Mark's "Good Vibrations" all the way up the boardwalk--and when I say off-key I mean audibly painful, just really bad--so why on earth would we pay to get in??
Nice European Man with a Carriage Whom We Hired to Push Us Down to the Tropicana: Oof, you're heavy.
(he was very sweaty when we arrived.)
(At the bar where we finally ended up)
Really Hot Bartender: Hey, you're the bride? (puts cherry stems in his mouth and leans up and over the bar)
Missi: (shrugs, grins, bites the cherries from him)
The Rest of Us: ...um, I like cherries too...
Every Random Dude We Met: Hey, you're getting married?! Hey, take my picture with the bride!!
(We now have a good two dozen pictures of Missi with strange men.)
Guy in Hat with Cup of Beer Dancing Next to Me: (grin grin, slosh slosh)
Rox: (stops dancing, grabs his hand and straightens cup, wraps his fingers more tightly around it)
Guy in Hat with Cup of Beer Dancing Next to Me: (more enthusiastic sloshing)
Rox: You should drink that, not spill it on me.
Guy in Hat with Cup of Beer Dancing Next to Me: (is apologetic, wipes my arms off with his shirt)
Rox: (is annoyed and wanders off, comes back in a few minutes)
Guy in Hat with Cup of Beer Dancing Next to Me: (returns to dance floor with a bottle of beer instead of a cup)
At the bar where we finally ended up, a very polite guy asked me if my "friend in the red" was single--I had to think for a minute to determine which friend was in red (Colleen), then think again to remember whether she was single before I told him that no, she's not. I think the big pause made me come off like, no she's not single FOR YOU, which was not at all what I meant, because the dude was actually kind of her type and seemed very nice, so I hope I didn't hurt his feelings.
Black Man Walking Less Than Two Feet Behind Me, Staring at my Ass: MMM, oh yeah, baby, (other appreciative noises).
Lauren: ...
Rox (oblivious): Hey, there's a map, let's figure out how to get back to Pacific Ave.
(Lauren later said that this was the most blatant and focused admiration of a single body part she's ever witnessed.)
There were lots of other great moments, too. Lots of fun and excitement. I think Missi had a good time. I did learn, however, the the night before your best friend's bachelorette party is NOT the time to resolve to be more careful about spending. That resolution went completely out the window--between dinner and drinks and drinks and more drinks, I think I dropped $100. It could've been worse. No shopping for me until at least July--I'm allowed to buy food and gas and that's IT, seriously. Well, and plane tickets. Argh.
In other news, I caught the 7:38 train this morning with no problem and totally made it to work on time. Day 1 of summer hours is a success.
Some fun stuff from the evening:
Donna's husband George got pulled over for speeding on the way to AC, even though we were definitely doing the limit and knew it because we were stuck behind a white minivan who was going really really slow, and the cop pulled her over too and she cried, and the cop was all mean but still let George off with a warning "because you're a local". At dinner, George wore Donna's beads with her Party Girl button attached.
(discussion of how good my breasts looked)
Rox: Really, it's just this amazing bra.
Rose: It's an amazing bra, but with breasts in it!
(walking past the Nude Dancing club where at least two dozen men were waiting in line to get in)
Rox: Hey, where's Colleen?
Lauren: Picking up some guy.
Rox: Oh I don't think so! (marches back, grabs Colleen by the arm, drags her away)
Colleen: Hey! I know him from work!
Lauren: (hysterical laughter) Do you really think I would've let her pick up some random guy?
(for the rest of the night, we kept taunting Colleen about how all her work friends hang out at the nudie bar. Next time we walked past there, Missi said, "Whoa, now I think I recognized somebody there!" but she didn't go talk to him.)
Drunk Man On Corner: You're the bride? I'd do ya!
Missi: Well, I wouldn't do you!!
Sweet Older Black Lady in the Bally's Restroom: You're the bride? Congratulations, honey! Let me give you a hug.
(Awww. While we were hugging friendly black ladies in the Bally's bathroom, a strange man was asking Colleen if he could kiss her feet, ostensibly so she would have a good bachelorette party story to tell but probably just because he was creepy. Colleen said, um no.)
We tried to go to a beach bar, but they were charging a $5 cover to get in, and the place was ass-empty and the band was terrible--we could hear the singer's off-key rendition of Marky Mark's "Good Vibrations" all the way up the boardwalk--and when I say off-key I mean audibly painful, just really bad--so why on earth would we pay to get in??
Nice European Man with a Carriage Whom We Hired to Push Us Down to the Tropicana: Oof, you're heavy.
(he was very sweaty when we arrived.)
(At the bar where we finally ended up)
Really Hot Bartender: Hey, you're the bride? (puts cherry stems in his mouth and leans up and over the bar)
Missi: (shrugs, grins, bites the cherries from him)
The Rest of Us: ...um, I like cherries too...
Every Random Dude We Met: Hey, you're getting married?! Hey, take my picture with the bride!!
(We now have a good two dozen pictures of Missi with strange men.)
Guy in Hat with Cup of Beer Dancing Next to Me: (grin grin, slosh slosh)
Rox: (stops dancing, grabs his hand and straightens cup, wraps his fingers more tightly around it)
Guy in Hat with Cup of Beer Dancing Next to Me: (more enthusiastic sloshing)
Rox: You should drink that, not spill it on me.
Guy in Hat with Cup of Beer Dancing Next to Me: (is apologetic, wipes my arms off with his shirt)
Rox: (is annoyed and wanders off, comes back in a few minutes)
Guy in Hat with Cup of Beer Dancing Next to Me: (returns to dance floor with a bottle of beer instead of a cup)
At the bar where we finally ended up, a very polite guy asked me if my "friend in the red" was single--I had to think for a minute to determine which friend was in red (Colleen), then think again to remember whether she was single before I told him that no, she's not. I think the big pause made me come off like, no she's not single FOR YOU, which was not at all what I meant, because the dude was actually kind of her type and seemed very nice, so I hope I didn't hurt his feelings.
Black Man Walking Less Than Two Feet Behind Me, Staring at my Ass: MMM, oh yeah, baby, (other appreciative noises).
Lauren: ...
Rox (oblivious): Hey, there's a map, let's figure out how to get back to Pacific Ave.
(Lauren later said that this was the most blatant and focused admiration of a single body part she's ever witnessed.)
There were lots of other great moments, too. Lots of fun and excitement. I think Missi had a good time. I did learn, however, the the night before your best friend's bachelorette party is NOT the time to resolve to be more careful about spending. That resolution went completely out the window--between dinner and drinks and drinks and more drinks, I think I dropped $100. It could've been worse. No shopping for me until at least July--I'm allowed to buy food and gas and that's IT, seriously. Well, and plane tickets. Argh.
In other news, I caught the 7:38 train this morning with no problem and totally made it to work on time. Day 1 of summer hours is a success.