ass so phat you can see it from the front
lately it seems the only thing i do is go to weddings or wedding related activities, but, im not complaining. i heart weddings. i love the food, the booze, the spiffily dressed boys, and the overall air of celebration and happiness. the opportunity to share in your friends hopes and joy and plans for their future; it makes me all schmoopy on the inside. although that could just be the shots talking.
last night i went out for m.m.'s bachelorette party (ignoring the fact that she is already married having eloped last weekend to vegas with n.b.). seven of us went to marrekesh for a seven course meal and some belly dancing, followed by some dancing of our own at 18th street lounge; capping our night off with milkshakes and omelets at the diner at 4:30 a.m.
as you can tell by our blushing brides outfit, she is clearly a wall flower:
seriously. girlfriend is wearing pants that look like chainmail, a red mesh shirt over a leopard print bra (with matching purse) and a mans suit vest. her husband told us she was the toast of vegas, as if that would be a shock. m.m is the kind of girl who gets noticed everywhere she goes. hell, a woman got up from her table and gave m.m. her phone number as we were being seated at the diner. she is THAT girl. i mean, she took a taxi to her wedding, and got married by elvis in a duwop dinner. is it any wonder we love her?
last night happened to be one of the most fun girls nights ive had in ages; in fact, considering our lack of penis sippy-cups, fake veils, suck-a-buck shirts, or any kind of treasure hunt requiring men to give you their underwear, you would have never known we were a bachlorette party (except of course that we kept loudly and drunkenly toasting it).
i would post a group picture, but so far, all the ones ive seen are very, very unflattering of me. you should however see m.m.'s ass in those pants. girlfriend's bedunkadunk was redunkadunk.