For some reason, everyone kept asking me if I was getting married. "How did you know?" was my drunken sarcastic reply...
Was it the veil?
We walked into Cirino's and immediately made friends with a guy at the bar--Tommy--who, as it turned out, was a groomsman in a wedding the very next day. We met said groom, traded a bunch of slurred "congratulations"-es, and the next thing I know, we have found ourselves yet another patron to buy us shots of Patron.
We hung out for a few hours, continued our bachelorette festivities, and when all our fun was said and done, I called Daddy Goodlaff to pick our drunken selves up and take us home.
That night, a good time was had by all...
The next day was a completely different story--hangovers all around, with varying degrees of severity--which means that it was a successful Bachelorette party!
I had such a blast, and loved that even with a small party, we made it work and had a (not so for some) memorable evening.
What was your bachelorette party like?