Ode to Yute Mood: silly Now Playing: Luigi Einaudi
So my 36 year old cousin got married last year and I was honored to attend her bachelorette party.
Yes, there is honor in bachelorette parties. Hmmmm.....yeah, not really.
I can't tell you the details of the strip club or the limo or what happened later with the penis piñata, but what I can tell you about is dinner as it was rather benign especially for me. About 15 of us went to a sushi restaurant and did the table dinner dealio or, as I like to call it, the chop-chop table.
Across the room at another chop-chop table was, lo and behold, another bachelorette party only these gals were definitely early 20-somethings wearing neon bracelets, doing shots and screaming at decible levels that only cockraoches could hear whereas we were all mid 30-40-somethings drinking wine and discussing the joy of a good bowel movement. Hey now, getting old isn't for sissies.
So anywho, throughout the course of the evening we drank more, they drank more; we shouted more, they shouted more; they took 8 trillion pictures and we were blinded by their annoying flashes and then, they got up to leave.
As they were walking out giggling and strutting like low rent super models, my cousin's best friend Veronica says to them "Enjoy it while you can girls-we used to look just like you!"
They laughed, or shuddered I wasn't sure what, and off we strolled to our limo....chuckling evilly!
Nothing like being a buzz kill! Bwah, ha, ha! (evile laugh!)
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