I was forced to go to a former co-worker's baby shower once, and I wanted to hang myself from the blinds. I can only imagine the estrogen terror at a bachellorette party.
Been to two baby showers.
The corner was nice and quiet, dark, and occupied by myself only..
The estrogen terror at a bachelorette party would be like the estrogen terror while being chaperone to a bunch of women.. and being the only male in teh group.
My group rounded the corner in the mall near the Poughkepsie Galleria's Frederick's of Hollywood store.
Dr. Jeckyll and Miss Hyde.
My group saw the alligator and elephant trunk front g-strings in the window front and went berzerk.
They chanted "Try it on!" while trying to drag me into the store.
Mall security?
The dude walked away saying that I was on my own.
Now for a breakdown of my group: two preachers kids, one missionary kid, and two others.
And now a word of warning: DON'T get chosen to chaperone young women out shopping by yourself..