This was my cousin’s bachelorette weekend, actually. But I thought titling it like that would be cheating. People would expect a mad girlfriend bash or something. We just had two quiet days off in the country. One of the members in our party was – still is! – pregnant, too. So none of that mad alcohol induced strip club brawl that was planned upon at the very beginning happened.
You can see part one here.
Props to the wire for ruining the perfect pastoral image. Would’ve been too ideal otherwise.