A Bachelorette Says "What?"

My head is foggy. My legs are wobbily. My fingers lack their dexterity and spryness of yore. I have just returned from a Bachelorette Party.

BP's are fun. BP's are wild. BP's are evenings ending in foggy, wobbily activity.

And yet, it seems perfectly natural to hit the Blog and share a bit of what I've learned in the 5.5 hours since said BP began.

Things I've Learned:

1. Good cameras take good pictures. Bad, disposable cameras are evil and should never have their pictures posted

2. Any girl, if given enough Cosmos and "Emerald City" shots, will dance on a table

3. All fun and frolicing is tripled when encurred around gay men

4. The "Ass Drop", "Downtown Sprinkler", and "Hillbilly Slap" are dances best seen when 3-deep into a bottle of tequila

5. Even water is more fun when drunk (drinken) out of a penis straw

That may well not be all I learned at this evening's BP, but it's all I can remember and all my foggy, wobbily self can manage to extract.

Maybe the main point is this - BP's are never to be taken lightly. There are moments of clairity around every corner.

I glimpsed many among my posse-o-girls this evening and am ever-grateful for their charm, grace, and low-down-dirty ways.