The Bachelorette Party

This past weekend we threw a bachelorette party for one of my best friends who is getting married on August. The theme was (well at least unofficially) "Burlesque Gone Haywire". We had the best intentions of making a whole burlesque theme, and of buying a corset for my friend to wear all night, and of wearing pink and black and white (the pink idea came from a burlesque cabaret/restaurant called the Pink Door, that we all ate at when we were visiting her in Seattle once). Anywho, parts of our theme worked out great, others...not so much. Either way, we had a blast. Some pics to highlight the evening...

Leading the woman of the hour throw a casino blindfolded, we found out, not the easiest thing...but entertaining! Can you think of anything better than being greeted by a giant plastic pecker? I sure can't! And by the way, apparently my digital camera sucks ass and takes blurry pictures half the time.

Some of the girls..

First we went to dinner and on our way back to our room to change for Round 2 of the evening we came across this guy who (quite on his own accord) volunteered to be our stripper for the evening. Which was good because budget didn't quite allow us to spend $200 for an hour with a stripper...I'm sorry, and maybe this is just me, but if I'm spending $200.00 for an hour with a half naked man, I better get more out of the situation that a little looky-looky. But like I said, that's just me.

Getting the party girl dressed for Round 2...like I said, we were going for a burlesque them (gone haywire) so she had to wear a corset for the evening. As a side note, seriously considering buying one because HELLO..LOOK AT THE GIRLS! I even had a hard time not checking out her boobs all night.

The group (minus one who is taking the picture)...Notice me, there in the middle, looking quite sexy and sophisticated in my little jacket..yeah, I know, you already noticed, didn't you?

Seriously, they are such dorks. And yes, those are little silver penises on her head.

In situations like this, I find it's best not to ask questions. You just find our later on you didn't want to know the answer..

Umm, again, best not to ask. BUUUUTTTT, you do need to take note..see that girl in the black..this may be the only photographic evidence of her ever dancing. She was such a good sport (although after a few drinks the fact that she hates to dance became somewhat irrelevant).

Desperate situations call for desperate measures...when you can't afford a stripper, give the woman of the hour a lap dance yourself. Or let one of the other girls do it!

Yeah, I have no idea...but they were fun, they were Canadians. From my experience, Canadians are always a good time, and they know how to drink. And yes he is swiping a credit card (and American Express which is even funnier because they are Canadian..ok, maybe only I found that funny) through her cleavage.
Holy aftermath (aka the next morning)

And, remember how I said there's nothing better than being greeted with a giant plastic pecker...well try waking up to one. My view from the floor where I spend the evening.

So there it is, what I spent last Saturday night (well into Sunday morning...) doing.