Every good bachelorette party includes humiliating attire for the bride-to-be...Betsy had a sash of some sort, a veil with flashing penises and a headband with glittery gold penises. The bride is then aloud to wear something slutty to offset the ridiculous outfit.
Now the actual attendees of the bachelorette party can wear whatever they want. We chose sleeveless dresses even though it was 25 degrees and snowing. We had priorities people and free drinks were number one. And yes those are penis straws.
We did brings jackets with us...as you can see here while we pose with the fake Elvis who looked a little like the King crossed with Bob Barker. The Elvis statue then fell on top of us...all the while it was still snowing and still 25 degrees.
This is where we run into a bachelor party from Atlanta. Notice that the groom-to-be (the one smiling) is not forced to wear anything embarrassing...or stupid...or disgusting. These particular gentlemen were wearing cowboy hats which we promptly stole and as you see below, made our own.
In true fashion, the party ended with Betsy passing out on the bar, all of us getting kicked out of the establishment, Betsy throwing up in the Doubletree parking lot and the security guard dragging her upstairs to her room. At least she looked cute doing it!
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