My friend's bachelorette party was last night. I haven't been this hungover since my own, about a year and a half ago. I can't tell you everything we did, because whatever happens at the bachelorette party stays at the bachelorette party, but here's a general run-down:

We started out at a hotel room on 3rd and 50th drinking wine and eating homemade lasagna and other deliciousness provided by the bridesmaids, including a giant chocolate dick cake. I think you can gather what the tone of the rest of the evening was from that. Anything else that went on in that hotel room is top-secret. Sorry, I promised.

Then we went to a bar on 38th and 3rd, I forget the name, but it has a giant winged buffalo hanging from the ceiling. We indulged in some very strong margaritas and some cigarettes. The bride-to-be was wearing one of those shirts that has a list of things to do (or be done to her), homemade by one of the bridesmaids, and we got several things checked off at this bar. Kind of a nasty scavenger hunt. "Have a guy buy you a shot." "Smack some dude's ass." Stuff like that. She was very successful.

Then we moved on to a club on East 3rd street where I had a few beers (Amstel Lights, cos my sister-in-law got me hooked on Heineken products; she works there and gets us great deals and it's good beer). We danced, did crazy shit, and got really really drunk. Really. And checked off more things on the bride's shirt. (and re-checked some things, too!)

At around 1:30am, we staggered out of the club, the girls put me into a cab and I went back to Brooklyn. I was really nauseous in the cab, so I called my loving husband and made him talk to me the entire ride so I didn't puke. When I got home, he gave me lots of water and we watched Deep Space 9 until the room stopped spinning and I went to bed. This morning, he made me a big greasy breakfast.

I have the best husband.

But I'm still hungover. And it's 4pm. Damn, that was a good party!