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Wednesday, May 09, 2007

aw yeah



now that i have at least 1 incriminating picture to post, lo and behold, i can begin to describe that which was...
my bachelorette party.

i'd call it more of a 24-hour study of excess in bodily pleasures. i'm not sure i can even put words to all that transpired, but i can try.

e$ and shanna met me in the city and whisked me away to the parish, my favorite-ever gourmet yuppie sandwich and belgian beer joint (information cleverly elicited from kz). after tossing back a few hoegaardens, they drove me across the river to an unknown destination. it turned out to be an hour-long massage at a really nice spa, where i slipped into a post-beer doze and awoke myself with snoring several times.
upon whence follwed some topless hot-tubbing with the ladies. you get the idea.

then we headed back to east boston for some more boozin and cake-eating, having an awesome bridal shower with tressor in attendance where i got some awesome le creuset and other baking-related loot. e$ mixed me some signature cocktails with my good old pal, bombay sapphire. we started getting tarted up, meg and sequina arrived, and we all headed out on the town for some vodka shots and latin-dance inspired grinding moves at felt. sadly, there were no pictures allowed in centerfolds, or i could inspire you with images to describe what words cannot - the group's maiden voyage into the land of the strip club and $20 lap dance. we did it up proper. and i had no idea that the poles were so high and the girls so...limber.

the night ended, like any decent beantown downtown soiree, at chau chow city for some 4 am crab rangoon action. after a couple hours of sleep and only minor hangovers, we nursed ourselves with some brunch and more cocktails at the B-side lounge. as the boys were still sleeping it off in providence, we entertained ourselves with leftover cake, coffee, and the first season of sex in the city while we dissolved into girlish giggle fits on the futon. the men came home, eyes wide in awe at our tales of true debauchery, and kz and i rode off into the sunset to obtain our marriage license down south, a perfect weekend with great friends behind us.

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