This is sort of experimental, I’m departing a lot from my usual style and approach, and it’s a really short one. If anyone has feedback I’d love to hear it!
“It started with a bachelorette party…”
It all started because Sara wanted to get married.
And, ok, fair, she met a guy who was pretty great. I don’t have anything against marriage. I mean, not really. Sorta. OK, I do have something against marriage. Mostly I don’t like the part where its really damn hard to find a guy who doesn’t seem to think getting married means he gets a mommy/maid/fuck-buddy combo.
But that’s not the point. The POINT is that it all got started when Sara was getting married and Becky decided she needed a bachelorette party to end all bachelorette parties. Little dick shaped lollipops and that kind of cute crap were not in Becky’s plans.
Becky kept her plans to herself, when we asked she’d just give us an evil smile, wiggle her eyebrows, and say we’d like it. And, fair, she was right. But it was also annoying. Still, I’ll forgive her.