Saturday night all of Baby’s friends got together for one last hurrah as she gets ready to trade in her life as a single gal for a life of domesticated bliss with the Dave Man and his boy. Doesn’t she have a nice lookin’ group of friends!?! That’s a lot of estrogen, and surprisingly their was not one cat fight…nor any tears. Well. Ok maybe ONE tear…but it wasn’t mine.
(ps This is the night that gave me the hangover that made me fall down the stairs…I’m about three lemon drops in at this point.)
After your typical bachelorette gathering amidst gifts, drinks, and giggly girls we headed to a burlesque like show downtown. I’m surprised at much fun it was. I’m not sure what I expected, but the show was pretty tasteful if you can stand to watch some sexy dancing…I mean all the important body parts remained clothed throughout.
And I fell madly in love with Fuchsia Foxx.
In fact, all of us did. Every time she came out on stage we became entranced and stopped talking to watch her.
After the show Baby told her she made all of us question our sexuality. Turns out she’s a lesbian…so if things don’t work out with Pat I always have that…
BFF forever.
