Dear Frankenstein
This is my story of how I ended up playing host to My First Bachelorette Party
A little background of what I do for a living. I work outside a small town in a restaurant/bar.
This is what happened…
It was more or less 9 o’clock on a Saturday night and there was no one in the bar or restaurant. I decide to be nice and told my barman and kitchen staff to lock the back doors and switch of the lights so that we all can go home a little earlier.
The barman just greeted me and got into his car to drive home when 6 cars pulled into the parking lot. It was unknown how these people where until only a couple of ladies got out of the cars, then it became clear to us that it was a Bachelorette party. They got out of there car’s and we re-opened the bar.
As they entered the Bachelorette had a list of things to do. Here is a couple of things that she did.
- Kiss a bartender.
- Order a drink in an foreign accent.
- Hi-5 someone with a beard.
- Write a thank you note to the bar, restaurant and the staff.
Al I want to say is a lot of ladies together are loud.
This is what I’ve learned.
- 2 bartenders in a room filled with ladies does not count in your favor
- Being asked a price to take of your cloths is funny if it is not happening to you.
- Getting a kiss from the bachelorette is fun
- Realizing that they took a picture and she’s getting married makes you hope her husband never finds you.
But the ladies had a fun time; the kiss was on the cheek, the tips were great, some jokes I heard will never be retold.
That is how one early night can turn into one early morning.
Lets just enjoy the journey.
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