Crazy Bachelorettes

So my good friend, Carla, is getting married on Friday. Her bachelorette party was ten days ago in New Brunswick (I posted some ridiculous pictures below). She earned both her undergrad and grad degrees at Rutgers, so she felt that partying in New Brunswick would be the best way to celebrate the last days of her single life. And while she may be legally bound to another person in four short days (fourteen from the day of her bachelorette party) she is not the type to not have girls' nights out after saying her vows. Anyway, Carla's "last night out" started with drinks at the Heldrich hotel, where she and some of the b'ette party attendees were camping out for the night, followed by dinner, drinking and dancing at my man's (and Carla's good friend as well) show (he plays in a band called Scream Hello). Anyway, here are some pictures of the craziest New Brunswick night I have had since being a resident of dreary Middlesex County.


Left is Carla, I'm in the center and to the right is Juliet (one of Carla's bridemaids and best friend). Notice the subtle progression from content looking young women to slightly hostile girls on the town...


Photo 2 - Me after a few beers and...


Photo 3 - Yeah, I'm licking Carla's penis. Whatever it's a bachelorette party people! Stop judging us! At least I wasn't wearing any dick stickers...


Photo 4 - Okay, there's kind of a complicated plot to go along with the below photograph, but let me try to explain in less than 100 words. Carla was drunk; she started talking to this guy who claimed he was just dumped by his girlfriend and decided he was gay. She wanted to give him a kiss on the cheek, but he would have nothing to do with her and said, "I have someone for you to kiss," and waved over some chick. This girl was, in fact, a lesbian. She kissed Carla right on the lips; Carla got grossed out and walked away. The girl is on the left high-fiving her friend, Carla is yelling at the "gay" man and I am to the right making a disgusted face.


Fun times fun times. The night ended in the hotel with some, let's just say, choice, possibly illegal, activities. Now, the night was a lot of fun. But so not what I want when/if I get married. I want a night of dancing in a fun, low maintenance club in New York with girlfriends who will promise to dance the night away with me. I don't want to end up passing out with my head in the toilet (no offense Carla and I'm sorry because it was our fault for continuing to buy you drinks). I want a night of fun, hell yes! But classy fun. Dancing fun! Lots of Britney and a hot dress. (Got it maid of honor, Hayley?? Hehe). Actually, I want this night now, years before I will probably ever get the chance to tie the knot. Anyone want to go out this weekend?