So the question on everyone’s mind is most likely, “SO HOW WAS THE BACHELORETTE PARTY?”
I am still recovering!
We didn’t do anything too crazy. I never had any plans on hiring a stripper. Audra’s sister wasn’t so sure, so she pulled me aside and told me that strippers are dirty and we should definitely not hire any. “One of my friend’s friend’s friend went to a Bachlorette Party and there was a stripper there and he picked her up, uh, upside down and her face was really close to his, nevermind, but a couple days later she woke up and her eyes were all swollen and pus-y and she went to the doctor and HE FOUND CRABS IN HER EYELASHES!” I assured her I had no intention of hiring a stripper. So imagine her surprise when we got to our hotel room and the pizza delivery boy arrived… just teasing.
We stayed at the Trump Marina in Atlantic City. As we got ready, I iced a bottle of champagne. When we were all pretty-pretty, I poured the champagne. Lisa and I were so totally prepared! As we drank the champagne, I presented Audra with a little veil, a necklance that had a shot glass attached (that read, I’m tying the knot so buy me a shot), a button that blinked with little lights and read Bride to Be, a wand with a heart attached to the top, and a Miss America sash that also read, Bride to Be. Audra apparently didn’t think we would be so prepared so the outfit she wore that evening consisted of a white skirt and white shirt. She wanted to make sure everyone knew she was the bride!
We walked down to the Nightclub located in the Trump Marina but it was completely empty. We asked around and people told us to take a cab to the Tropicanna and go to their “Quarters” section. The cab ride was about 10.00. Quarters was much more happening. We went to Red Square. It wasn’t as nice as the one at Mandalay Bay in Vegas but it was okay. We ordered the Red Square martini and I laughed thinking how Lenin would be turning over in his grave knowing about this bar. Once we finished our drinks, Erin and Lisa disappeared to gamble and smoke leaving Audra and me to our own devices.
Audra and I found a bar with live music that wasn’t terribly crowded. The band playing was The Albino Red Blues Band. They were great! We immediately began to dance and we didn’t stop dancing even after Lisa and Erin found us. Finally, Erin and Lisa dragged us to an Irish pub. On a side note, the guitarist gave me his room number and asked me to party with him. I told this to Audra and she asked me what party meant. I told her I thought it was code for s – e – x. Audra said, “Wouldn’t it be funny if you did go to his room and you found him wearing a party cone hat, holding a noisemaker and throwing confetti?” She almost had me convinced that I had to go to his room if only to find out what he meant by party but I decided against it despite my curiosity.
After the Ri Ra’s or however it is spelled we went back to the Trump Marina to the Wave Nightclub. There weren’t many people there but we danced anyway. At about 4 am the song, “Don’t you wish your girlfriend was a freak like me” came on and Audra and I started mock arguing about which one of us was the better dancer. Lisa stated only a dance off could solve this dilemma. Therefore Audra and I began to shake it. I am not sure which one of us won but we both decided it was time to go to sleep. Arm in arm, Audra and I went back to the room. Lisa and Erin stayed behind. They were in the room when we woke up a few hours later but I don’t know how much later they stayed out.
The next morning we somehow peeled ourselves out of the hotel beds and found our way to a breakfast buffet. Audra continued to wear her Bride to Be sash as she picked out eggs and waffles. After, we checked out, we took a long walk on the boardwalk. The sun was warm but the breeze was a little too cool. We stopped and bought salt water taffy at Fralinger’s and by 2:00 or so we were in the car heading home.
So that was Audra’s last hurrah. If we are lucky it won’t end on Saturday. Lisa says Audra will walk around all week waving like Miss America and wearing the Bride to Be sash and veil. I hope so, it’s nice to know the two dollars spent on them will have been wisely invested!

For folks not initiated to the rock world and its jargon I’ve located the definition of “party” – Donna had it partly right ๐
http://www.lyricsbox.com/ian-dury-and-the-blockheads-lyrics-sex-and-drugs-and-rock-n-roll-fhw6mv2.html
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