So last weekend, my girls took me to my old college stomping grounds for my bachelorette party.
It was an awesome time.
There was one point in the night when I realized what a crazy throng of women we were, when the young college boys were practically running away from us. They were giving us MORE than enough space at the bar. I think they were worried the crazy was contagious. It was definitely contagious as it spread through our group. It started with Momma T when she took over the LIST. The infection spread as Kelli paraded around in the veil I refused to wear, quick to claim an engagement. I must have been infected because I shared too much of my anatomy with the crowd at the bar. The last infection resulted in a thieving taxi monster craving fruit salad.
I am proud to call that crazy throng of women my friends—If you don’t have a little crazy in you, you’re probably too boring for me.
Thanks for all the fun ladies, love you all.