Dare Tell??
When I got the 11th hour call last Friday to go on a Bachlorette party pub crawl, my first thought was, "Dang! I'm too old for this." Secondly it was "What the heck can I pull of out the closet that is not moth-eaten??" For the sweetest future sister-in-law.....
I had to suck it up and go. Even if it did mean leaving the house in a gunny sack. After digging out a black halter dress (which was too low for a bra, so blue painter's tape had to do), I hit the limo on the way to what proved to be a top night! The company made the night, all classy ladies. .
The events which would unfold, were definitely enough to keep me out until 2am (Five hours past my bedtime) Here are my top thoughts from the night. .
1. A limousine is the way to go. Thanks to Lisa it was fully stocked. I'm not sure if champagne and tequila are suppose to go together, if not, that could explain events which unfolded later. .
2. Don't dare me. Especially when there is liquor involved. On a good day with no liquor I will do just about anything, so hang on. This trip? "Get a guy to propose marriage" Ok, not too hard, I had on my lucky red "skank" heels, get outta my way. Finding a table full of seven young guys (felt my odds were good), I propped my girls up on the table and commenced to grinning. That's about all it took, the deed was done. Best way to crack me up?? By starting off "Oh, dear beautiful girl I don't know.."
3. There might have been a dancin' shirtless referee. . but ain't talkin'
4. The heels must have been really lucky or the painter's tape was doin it's job, because a young thang approached me on the dance floor asking if I were married. After stating the obvious I deferred to my single partners in crime.
5. At the end of the night she met up with her one and only man. . .












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