There's gonna be a wedding and everyone's the bride!

Saturday night we had a pub crawl, only all the guys in the group bailed so it was just a gaggle of women. Diane had come up with this idea that we do a bachelorette party where everyone gets to be the bride at different bars so we adopted this theme for our girl's night out. We are all in our thirties and forties, so who knows if we'll ever be a bachelorette, or in a few of our cases, be a bachelorette again.

I was the lucky bride at the first bar. When we walked in the bartender asked if we were a bachelorette party and of course everyone said yes. My wedding story was that I was marrying a gay man from Canada so he could get his green card and this is what we told the bartender. Someone added that it was my third marriage so it was ok. Flaming Dr Peppers, jello shots and pudding shots (I wondered when this idea would catch on) were ordered all around.

Leigh was the bride at the second bar, where we were given sommeone's reserved table since we were a bachelorette party and all. Leigh's story was that she was marrying a midget.

Toilet paper veil courtesy of Erin. She should seriously open a side business. It was halarious because people kept stopping by our table giving Leigh their congratualtions.

Tammy was our third bride. We were so toasted that by this point that we didn't even give her a story about her husband.

Looks like everyone was having a good time!

I certainly hope all these photos upload correctly. There's that damn box with an X in it where some of the photos should be. Ruining my good time.

So our bachelorette party was a huge success. So much so that Daina stole some chick's pink wig, bolted out of the bar and ran down the street with it on her head. We got a guy to give us all a ride to retrieve her and drop us at Diane's house where I woke up on the couch the next morning.

Good times, good times.