2003-04-26 || 11:56 a.m.

|| bachelorette party oh. ||

i just got back from a bachelorette party.

there were belly dancers. hickies were given to the bridal neck. there was dancing at an awful bar called cheers in pacifica; half the party was shuttled there in an old man car by two creepy older cajun men named paul and bob. paul and bob dirty danced with the party. bob or maybe paul gave head massages for the sake of paul or maybe bob repeating the joke of the other giving good head. there was dancing on a ten by ten foot dance floor. some creepy older guy took lots of pictures of the drunken girl on girl action. my thigh got humped by mercedes. my thigh got humped by paul, but it might have been bob. i drank so much vodka. we danced to a bad cover of led zeppelin 'whole lot of love.' i threw up in the denny's. then i ate pancakes. we tried to help the bride decide what to do with her last name. we reassured her that one hicky can be easily covered with extensive make-up; don't worry that it's not going anywhere in time for the wedding. the bride opened presents of gauzy nighties and fancythings. we went to bed. those ladies snore like elephants.

terribly terribly hung over. the name paul maybe bob is tattooed on my ass.

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