There will be no pictures of the topic of this post... yet they do exist somewhere. I will probably never be able to run for political office, but I'll get over it.
One of my very best friends is getting married in less than 2 weeks. She's marrying into one of the best families I've ever met. Her fiance is one of 7 kids, 5 being girls. The five girls are fantastic. Beautiful inside and out and crazy fun to be around. For her bachelorette party we spent the day at the W Midtown hotel. There was some pool and cabana time, crazy showers (come on - 8 girls getting ready in one hour), a lingerie party, dinner at the Spice Market, drinking, shopping and.... a stripper.
I'm not sure how much we had to drink before we decided that it was a good idea to surprise her with a stripper, but it was decided. 10:00.
I've never seen a male stripper before. They are gross. Gross. He wasn't attractive, older than me and his moves were gross. I think if Stephen was dancing and moving around like he was I'd still be laughing hysterically. I'm not sure I've laughed as hard as I laughed for the 30 min he was in the room. She was mortified. Some of the best money I ever spent - her face when he started taking off his clothes was priceless.
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