Showing posts with label bachelorette parties. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bachelorette parties. Show all posts

Friday, July 9, 2010

whirlwind week

I'm here, I swear. With a short work week and a busy weekend, I've been neglecting this little old blog.

Because you know, Allison has to do what's best for Allison. (Just following in LeBron's lame footsteps of talking about myself in 3rd person.)

Barf.

Anyway, I'll be driving all over Northeast Ohio this weekend for two back-to-back bachelorette parties for my very good friends- Gretchen and Erin.

I met Gretchen in 8th grade and Erin my sophomore year of college.

See Gretchen to the left with our friend Steph. We will be heading to Put-In-Bay to celebrate her and all her crazy antics.


While I missed Erin's Cancun trip last month, the rest of us will make our way downtown tomorrow in honor of the wannabe pink princess.


Unlike last weekend, I'll be snapping plenty of pictures and shutting my Twitter self down at about 11 p.m. Because really, nothing good can be tweeted after 11 p.m. right? Especially when cocktails are involved.

Monday, May 19, 2008

Bach parties galore

Bachelorette parties are hilarious. They always are. Well, that's how I spent my Saturday night -- partying it up in a friend's honor who is taking the leap into marital bliss. The typical antics happened - the opening of amazing lingerie that I wanted to steal, the reminiscing of all the old BFs/sleeping partners/make out partners of college years past and acknowledging the new boy who she is set to marry in the middle of June.

To be perfectly honest, I cringe at the idea of being made to do stupid things with a veil on my head. (Editor's note: I typically do stupid things on any given night. If I'm going to do them, at least let me be in my own clothes.)

With that said, my dear friend Hannah completely went along with everything her friends did for her. She wore the black tank top with lifesavers, loosely sewed on to make a buck from guys who would suck them off. She was reluctant to throw it on because she had bought this cute white tank top with "Bride" glowing in silver metallic letters on the front. She even cooperated when they threw this veil adorned with condoms (both in and out of packaging) on to her head. She's a freaking trooper I tell ya!

Halfway through the night, she whipped off the tank top and still wore the veil. I guess I've never paid much attention to all the brides to be bar hopping, but holy hell there were a lot of other ones out that night. A lot with really bad outfits on.

But, the best part is the guys who flock around the bride-to-be. I can't even remember how many guys asked, "So are you getting married?" Seriously! No, the girl who is wearing the veil stuck with condoms and tank top embroidered with "bride" isn't getting married -- one of her friends is. You know, the one with no bride gear on at all to her right. OMG -- Idiots I tell ya.


So, readers, what's the craziest thing you've ever seen happen? It doesn't necessarily have to be one of your friends. Maybe just the crazy bride that you saw out that night.

At one of my friend's parties last summer, someone thought it would be a great idea to throw her on stage with 6 or 7 male strippers. Bad idea. After we paid a boatload of cash to get her on stage (unknown to her) and saw how horrified she would be based on the other girls' reactions, we all pinky swore to never do that to each other. Although, when it was all said and done, the bride-to-be wasn't even mad at us. She was completely surprised, laughed her ass off and we have the most classic and horrified pictures of our friend to date. Plus, she's still our friend to this day.