Thankfully I wasn't needed at work and was able to go to a friend's bachelorette party last night.
I think I had a little too much fun... and it all started with the champagne.
As mortified as I was, I managed to win our game of Pin the "HmHm" on the Man. How the only virgin at the party beat everyone while blindfolded and dizzy is beyond me.
After a few games, we walked out of the apartment on a mission to get as many signatures and "advice" from men on marriage for Kristina's bachelorette party notebook. That's when things got really entertaining. I don't know that anyone wrote down any real advice, but it was fun walking up to random strangers (especially the good looking ones) and striking up a conversation.
My only regret from last night? When a very handsome young man wanted to give me his number.
Do you know what I said? Do you?
"Oh I'm really bad at calling people. Ask my friends."
And then I turned and walked away.
But in my defense, I didn't have my phone or anything to write his number down. Besides, I'm old fashioned, and I think it's the man's job to call the girl.
At least that's what I've been saying to console myself.
some of the girls
we may be slightly inebriated