~I’m very excited—my best friend’s bachelorette party is this weekend, and because she’s a girl after my own heart, there won’t be any strippers or cheesy dance clubs…instead, we’re going to a quirky little cabaret bar in the West Village where everyone sings show tunes. This is probably some people’s idea of a nightmare, but for me, it’s pretty much paradise—anywhere I can sing Guys & Dolls at the top of my lungs without having people look at me funny is OK by me. -alexis
Thursday, August 9, 2007
Bachelorette Party
08/09/07
~I’m very excited—my best friend’s bachelorette party is this weekend, and because she’s a girl after my own heart, there won’t be any strippers or cheesy dance clubs…instead, we’re going to a quirky little cabaret bar in the West Village where everyone sings show tunes. This is probably some people’s idea of a nightmare, but for me, it’s pretty much paradise—anywhere I can sing Guys & Dolls at the top of my lungs without having people look at me funny is OK by me. -alexis
~I’m very excited—my best friend’s bachelorette party is this weekend, and because she’s a girl after my own heart, there won’t be any strippers or cheesy dance clubs…instead, we’re going to a quirky little cabaret bar in the West Village where everyone sings show tunes. This is probably some people’s idea of a nightmare, but for me, it’s pretty much paradise—anywhere I can sing Guys & Dolls at the top of my lungs without having people look at me funny is OK by me. -alexis
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