i had a fantastic time at my cousin's bachelorette party in los angeles this past weekend staying at the w hollywood and participating in an unprecedented level of debauchery. on the first day we lied in an expensive cabana by the rooftop pool, dined in a four-dollar-sign japanese/peruvian restaurant, karaoked in a bar hidden inside of a parking garage, and danced all night in unreasonable shoes.
the next day our plans to go shopping were rained out by an unexpected thunderstorm and we relinquished any plans to do anything productive or classy. the day was spent boozing unreasonably in the hotel lobby bar, schmoozing with the bachelor party bachelors, dragging drunks back to their rooms and feeding them, watching people start fights, and looking for love in all the wrong places. i think we did everything right because the amount of scandal successfully achieved was enough to convince a bride why she might want to settle down for the peaceful, committed life.
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