I got invited to my cousin's bachelorette party in Kansas City, and while it was great fun, I have a sneaking suspicion that I was invited to be the guaranteed sober chauffeur. Nevertheless, I rocked it out until the wee morning hours with the bride-to-be and her matron of honor. We closed down Power and Light, and I returned them safely to their home.
My good friend Sara will soon join the ranks of us old married women. To celebrate, she invited a few friends to the Black and Gold for an unofficial bachelorette party and brought her newly acquired Polaroid camera. Friends, a Polaroid and a juke box...who could ask for more?