LEST SHE NEVER FORGET

My bachelorette in Vegas was amazing and ridiculous in every way, involved every thinkable and reproachable bachelorette cliche. IT IS SO LIBERATING TO JUST EMBRACE THE CLICHE BY WHICH I MEAN INFLATABLE PENIS. It was a nearly flawless weekend, except that I was missing my other 3 power sources, Blaine and Carrie and Erin, who are all engaged in various massive life things, babies, moving, etc, and couldn’t make it.  I leave these pictures here so that Bekah five years from now, as she lies literally covered in babies and bills and responsibilities, will never forget.

That time when Julien made MATCHING BRIDESTETTER SHIRTS, see also, the pool:

The first night when we all wore little black things and did tequila shots and managed a group bathtub picture:

The squad, hot and always game:

When we waltzed into a club at midnight, were told to deflate the inflatable penis which was a strange group activity, then we  happened upon a famous DJ, danced til Formation came on,  then bounced:

CREEPY RUSSIAN DOG SHOW (?!)

When we ordered sandwiches that never came:

NEVER FORGET, OLD MOM BEKAH. POUR SOME TEQUILA. SIP IT. WEAR YOUR BRIDE SASH QUIETLY AND ALONE IN YOUR ROOM. NEVER FORGET.

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