My Bachelorette Party & A Case of Imodium

Melanie is planning her sister's Bachelorette Party and it got me to thinking about mine. We decided we are going to blog about our respective BP's. Here's how mine went:

A group of us got together down at TGI Friday's in the Flats (Downtown Cleveland). The plan was to have dinner and then hit the bars. There was this friend of my husband's who hated my guts. She used to pal around with John before I came along (even though she was married) and call him her "back-up husband" - you know, in case her real husband ever "died in a fiery planecrash" or whatnot.

Anyway, once I came along, I "stole him away from her" and she made me aware of it every time I saw her. Before this had escalated to the point of mutual hatred, we asked her and her husband to be in the wedding party. Naturally, she was invited to the bachelorette party. Naturally, she made a comment about me taking away her best friend and effing things up.

I was a nervous wreck: uncomfortable, angry, and ready to kick her ass. But I didn't want to cause a scene or get kicked out of the restaurant. I just wanted to let it go and try to have a good time.

My body, on the other hand, decided to further torture me with a scorching case of diarrhea. Yes, I had the hershey squirts at my bachelorette party, and the feeling hit me just as I put the first bite of my dinner in my mouth.

I spent the next HOUR in the crapper... you can guess what I was doing. Luckily, my one friend had some Imodium with her. It took about an hour to finally plug me up. After that, I was not in the mood to party. My ass hurt, I was totally embarrassed, and I wanted to go home.

I sucked it up, though, and we went on with our night. I didn't feel much like drinking after that. I did have one beer, though, to try and make myself feel better. It didn't really work.

The one fun thing about the night was that EVIL BITCH left early and my good friend had made a grab bag full of 25 or so things that I had to pick from and complete before the night was over. She also bought me a mini polaroid that took mini pix and a scrapbook to go with it that would record my evening.

Each time I reached into the bag, I would pull out something that said, "you must walk up to a random guy and ask him for a condom, telling him you are stocking up for the honeymoon" or "you must go up to a hot guy and tell him you're getting married but ask for his number just in case it doesn't work out", etc. It was fun, and each time I did one of the dares, they would take my picture documenting it. Then we would take the mini polaroid (which printed sticker pix) and stick it in the scrapbook.

It was an idea I had read about in a magazine and suggested to my friend that it sounded like fun - just in passing. She totally ran with the idea, made a kick-ass scrapbook, got me a cool camera, added her own flair to the night, and made a memento I will treasure forever.... Along with my new-found friend, Imodium.

Oh and ps: Evil Bitch is no longer a part of our lives.