I will write the full details of last night in a post tomorrow, but I need to at least preview it.
First of all, the whole night was like a Pitbull, Give Me Everything, dance video.
So that was the theme music.
Then we had games and shots out of syringes (jello shots, of course), sex toys and matching shirts. We reviewed our extensive love for Rob Pattinson, which I will detail in tomorrow’s post, added tequila to the mix and dressed up for night out, promising to ruin as much of CT in a twelve-hour period. Which we did.
We enjoyed a little Margaritaville, created a scavenger hunt for Katie, who for the record was drunk before we even made it to the hotel in the first place. We interrupted card games, went unicorn hunting, met Pauly D, hung with the mafia, learned about the life of a high roller, danced our fucking pants off, drank some serious gin (me), played in the arcade, bet ten on red, bottle serviced it up and acted generally insane and full of estrogen.
For a girl who despises girl’s nights, it was pretty bad-ass and memorable all around.
Tomorrow, I will go into a little more detail, like maybe why it’s not a good idea to have a rings off/tops off night, how hanging with the mafia always comes with a price, how it really is possible to dance your pants right off of you, and why Katie’s house needs to be disinfected and probably burned to the ground.
Oh, that last one? Damned guys added a lesbian show to their bachelor party. In my sister’s house. And the grossest part? Those bitches needed to mop the floor before they left. What kind of lesbian show involves so much nasty and the Bad Gross Things that you need to fucking MOPTHEFLOOR on your way out? Sluts. Hate ’em.