Off the Record

I had best not say anything bad about the bachelorette party, for fear that my soon-to-be-married friend would take offense. I also best not saying anything terribly wonderful about it either, for fear of being a hypocrite and someone who assumes too much from the start only to be proven wrong somewhere along the way.
So.
It was full of allusions to sex.
Champagne.
Grapes (lots of them).
Strawberries.
Games.
Driving.
Losing vehicles.
Escapes.
Tilapia.
Pasta specials.
Honks.
Martinis.
Bailey's.
Sauvignon Blanc.
Demures.
Coconut Haze.
Dancing.
More Dancing.
Goofy photos.
Dancing with random men.
Lost wallets.
Sober driving.
Text messages.
Regrets.
Laughing.
Lewd Photos.
Dancing.

Twas the earliest Friday night I've had in a long while--1.30am crash time for me. Good time, good people, beautiful bride.