Thursday, July 17, 2008

Not One Of My Finer Moments

Following the seemingly ill-advised instructions of your drunk friend at a bachelorette party to put a shot glass in your cleavage and let some random guy then stick his face in your boobs while he takes the shot of alcohol (which is most probably the last thing he needs) is called "taking one for the team."

Having photos of the event is called "blackmail."

Posting them on your blog is called "stupid."

However, I thought this photo is much too hilarious not to post.

It was a night of drunken debauchery, and it was totally acceptable because we were 1). Drunk and 2). At a bachelorette party.

I find it absolutely amazing the things you can get away with when you are one of the members of a bachelorette party. People give you money, people take their shirts off at the bar and flex because you told them to, people take off their underwear and give them to you...It's up to you whether or not you want to put them on your head and parade around the bar. (No, that was NOT me...trust me...)

Also, people (by people I mean the guy in the photo with the flames on his shirt) can horn in on your moment and steal your thunder when they strip completely naked (COMPLETELY) and stand by the bar wearing nothing but your bra. (Hey, I didn't have a choice in the matter, my bra was the easiest to remove through my dress and my friend already had it half off me by the time I even noticed...Thank you Tanqueray.) My bra will never be the same because as you can see in the above photo, that guy isn't exactly...well....ahh...fit.

So there you have it. If I ever run for political office I am sure this picture will surface...Well, I know it will because you don't have to look too hard to find it...But hey, it's all in good fun!


m.a. said...

I love this picture! And I am so sorry about the bra. That totally sucks that he stretched it out.

Um, if I ever get married, I swear I'm flying you in for the party, lady.

mysterygirl! said...

You are my hero. That is all. :)

Dr. Kenneth Noisewater said...

Your hubby is cool for understanding this. I've always contended that female bach parties are worse than male ones, just because of all the interactions with real people. Guys mostly interact with strippers, and they're not real. They're androids programed to divvy out blue balls.

Kristen said...

The face you're making is hilarious! And where WERE you that they allowed that guy to strip naked and stand around in your bra? (Because I need to go there with some hot guys.) I haven't been to a bachelorette party in years, but I want to go to one with you.

Bud said...

That shit never happens to me and I perform in bars all the time. Nobody has ever offered me their bra. I have to stop playing weddings and do more bach parties. Thanks for sharing. You must have been still drunk when you made the decision to post this. Ver cute pic, btw!

heather k said...

It's a shame you weren't feeling in tiptop shape when you threw my Bachelorette Party - I would've loved to have seen some guy wearing your bra. Still, I do have some great memories...the ones I can remember anyway.

Michael Tragic said...

I think that moment is just fine. The only thing missing is me. If I were in that picture with you that shirt would have been off!

LZ Blogger said...

Jenni ~
While I agree that the guy in the flaming shirt looks about as bright as a fence post, I think that just perhaps… I haven't given him a fair shake (given your story here). After reading this post, I now I think he looks like a nuclear physicist! ~ jb///