Last night was Z's bachelor party.
And by the time he came home, he was a drunk, puking, pathetic, lump of man. Now, I don't feel so bad for being the female equivalent a few months back. At least I didn't puke in the cab! Although I was informed that I puked on a shoe. (Sorry Susie).
I don't know what the big deal is about bachelor parties. Really? Must every one involved naked ladies and too many shots? At least I know I have a good boy. No cooties on my man so soon before the wedding!
What did I do all day, while he was out galavanting with his friends? I spent a lovely, luxurious day at the Elizabeth Arden Spa on Michigan Avenue with my wonderful cousin. Then, we went back to her apartment to watch the thrilling Game 6. I had a wonderful day. And I know that Z did too. Although, he is a bit banged up and bruised today.
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