I’ve never been to a bachelorette party that wasn’t my own, and I had no idea how painful they were. Super fun, but super painful. We drank champagne and a mystery pineapple drink, we drove around in a limo straight out of the 80s, took pictures around the city, and then we danced. We danced until my feet hurt so badly that I had to go sit down in the limo by myself writhing in pain at 1:15am because I forgot how much 3.5 inch heels hurt to dance in all night long and I just couldn’t possibly make it till 2am.
More things I forgot: shots are $11 a pop in bars in the city (no thanks), and I can’t drink hard alcohol or champagne so I don’t know why I try like twice a year. I went to bed feeling pretty Ok, and woke up to wishing the bathroom was even closer than 4 feet away.
Things I didn’t know: people actually look like they came right out of the Jersey Shore like right here in my own back yard. Fist pumps and everything!
The worst part about all of this is because I was so hungover I completely forgot that I had planned on watching the London Marathon! I know it’s not like that important that I watch, but it was implanted in my brain just 24 hours ago and suddenly it just vanished.
I think it’s time to curl up on the couch and watch some really bad tv : )