Someone Hands You a Penis Hat and You Put It On. It's Called Manners.

Before the sweetness and light of the wedding was the good time that was the bachelorette party.  Sheridan, my beloved maid of honor, planned the event with the help of the light of my life friend, Sara.  I think the photos speak for themselves, but I will say that as much fun as this was, the next day was not fun.  Not fun at all.  As in, ouch.

Sher & me

That's a drag queen.

Those are also drag queens.  Flawless.

That's a blurry photo of me on stage with a giant penis balloon on my head.  All in a day.

Now if you look to the right, you'll see me in the corner of this photo, looking at something intently as if there aren't two giant balloon balls dangling from my head.

Sher, drag queen, me, Holly, & Sara.  I'm unclear as to just how long I wore the penis balloon hat.

 

There were events after the drag queens.  I'm a little fuzzy on them.  And grateful no one seems to have photographic evidence.  Seriously, no one better have photographic evidence.