I work in a busy law firm, and it leaves me with pretty much no time at all for all of the things I need to do this week. Also, somehow we're squeezing in a rehearsal dinner/bachelor party on Friday night. Look, guys. All I can say is if you get Garvin too drunk to be helpful on Saturday, or so hungover that the marriage isn't technically legal, I will personally come and stab you with my size 5 knitting needles. They're pretty brutal, in addition to being a lovely sky blue. (I'm making Browns mittens!!!!!)

Anyway, the bachelorette party was pretty fun. I made a total drunken ass of myself and Vikki almost carried me up the stairs, which was pretty hot. Also, some lady in a denim jacket (who assured me she was straight, although I don't believe it for a second) kept making me dance with her and shouting "you're the bride!!!" And if you ever are in Bounce and need to use the restrooms, keep in mind their doors are not so much doors as worthless hunks of metal that don't cover ANYTHING, and that the restrooms are pretty gender arbitrary.

I'm sure I'll post pictures later, at least, that depends on how Jen's came out. I think they probably started out all nice and focused and silly and gradually got blurrier and blurrier. Which is actually how the whole night seems in my memory.