I loved my bridal shower and bachelorette party – they were fun and didn’t have to prepare anything for any of them. It was a nice change to enjoy something freely without worry. Moh’fo did a great job with the bridesmaids in putting everything together and very appreciative of all of their efforts in making sure I had a great time. Since day one of planning, I told Moh’fo the criteria of my party: 1) That it’ll be a lot of fun and 2) I only want drag queens. Hunkamania was an option, however. I thought about it for five minutes, looking through their gallery or their “goods” and realized that it wasn’t my scene. None of the “dancers” were good looking and oddly shaped. Some would have great muscles, but wasn’t in proportion for their body stature and looked simply dumb. I concluded that I’ll be marrying a handsome man with an awesome body, why do I need to spend a raunchy night with men who have nothing on him? I might as well enjoy my night with men who are secure enough to look fabulous in a wig, lipstick and heels.
The choice was LIPS, NY. A dinner and drag show located in the upper east side. We first got ready at a nearby hotel including a champagne toast and met with the invited guests for the 9 pm show. As soon as we walked in, I fell in love with the place. Since we had a large party, we were seated right upfront near the stage and had a Katy Perry inspired waitress who also performed in the show. We ordered from a pre-fixed menu and was treated to one of their signature shots and shot glass as one of the 7 other bachelorettes partying that night. There were some talented queens, beautiful queens and of course a couple of royal messes. There was one queen who could make any athletic man question their agility after demonstrating a series of high leg kicks and pirouettes in 4 inch heels. The food was impressive as in I wasn’t expecting it to be tasty and not overly salted. Their mini cannolis were delicious!
After the show, I parted ways with some of my guests where a few stayed behind to a local bar/lounge. More shots were had and enjoyed the music. I ventured to the second floor to the main dancing area and we ran into a bachelor party where one of the three stooges asked me, “So, you’re getting married?!” as I’m wearing a glittery tiara and pink feather boa. After scoping the room and feeling a layer of scum emitting from aspiring Jersey Shore wannabes, I was so grateful for being in a relationship for the past five years.
For a night to be the last “hurrah” before taking the plunge with one man for the rest of my life, I couldn’t have been happier to get married. It wasn’t scandalous and didn’t drink enough to get sick. In the meantime, Jerry had his bachelor party, which turned out as a dinner with the guys and walking around Hoboken. Can’t help but feel a bit of pride knowing that I had a better party for me and my guests. ;o)
Had so much due to these ladies and all of my friends who came out to party!
