Apr 29 2009
It’s my party I’ll fall if I want to
Another fun filled weekend at the bar. Apparently, it was THE weekend to hostess a bachelorette and/or birthday party complete with party bus and inflatable man doll. There were a total of 5 party buses and 1 party van that stopped in on Saturday night. All of which were…you guessed it bachelorette and birthday parties. Two of the guests of honor were there at the same time and happened to know each other which only gave them another reason to drink “ANOTHER SHOT!!”
These crazy girls were so hammered that my co-workers and I took bets on which one would fall over first. Number one was clad in a mini skirt with high heels and a beautiful tiara which read the words “Birthday Bitch” in multi-hued gemstones. Our second lady’s ensemble was similar in that she had as much, if not more skin showing as the “birthday bitch”. Her headgear was a little more fancy as it had a veil attached, however the tiny penises sewn into the fabric didn’t give quite the glamour as the sparkly dirty worded tiara.
In the end I lost the bet on which girl would fall first. Birthday bitch and penis hair were equally as clumsy as the night wore on and they were neck and neck in the race to face planting on the stairs when they ran into each other. They both held steady but the damn inflatable man flew through the air and tripped good old dirty D. His legs twisted around phallus frank the man doll and they ended up on the floor in a pretty compromising position. At least he still has his dignity.
