Note: Cori is NOT a bounty hunter
Or a bail bondsman. Of course Paige insisted that she was until we got to Charleston and Cori actually showed us where she worked (not what we'd been picturing - thanks to Paige) and explained to us what it is that she actually does, which is insurance for bail bondsmen.
Jessica kept talking about the A&E show "Dog the Bounty Hunter." Except, in Jess speak it is: "dawwg."
Speaking of dogs, the resident pooch is also called Lou. He is not named after me. But things got a little confusing. I kept hearing "Lou - what the HELL are you doing!" And I'd be all "Whaaa? I didn't do anything!" Then I realized that they were talking to the dog.
He likes to chew on rocks. I do not.
The weekend was great. There are more photos here.
We started out on the beach with beers. Got a little too excited about being on the beach with beers and wore ourselves out. By the time we had all showered and consumed a startling amount of "Do Re Mi" pizza it was over.
But we made up for it the next day. Tooled around Downtown Charleston in the morning, stopping at Poogan's Porch for lunch. Supposedly Poogan's has a haunted bathroom. Story goes if you go in there alone chances are you will see military boots under the door - but it's supposed to be an old woman ghost wearing the military boots. I was disappointed when we went to the bathroom and it just smelled bad and had imitation Dial in the Dial soap dispenser. (We all know Dial is orange, not pink).
The delicious Bloody Marys, homemade buttermilk biscuits and fried green tomatoes made up for the lack of ghosts.
Starting off the "bachelorette" party was an array of penis paraphenalia, including, but not limited to, a large penis pinata.
And then there were the pink panty pull-downs - a combination of champagne, beer and pink lemonade.
Very delicious, but probably not wise to gulp down before a large meal at an expensive restaurant followed by a night of excessive intaking of Jagermeister/Goldschlager shots.
The rest of the evening was a blur. I do remember, Jess, in full form, making friends with the security guard after he had to pull her down from dancing on a chair.
That's all I've got for now.
Good times.
Jessica kept talking about the A&E show "Dog the Bounty Hunter." Except, in Jess speak it is: "dawwg."
Speaking of dogs, the resident pooch is also called Lou. He is not named after me. But things got a little confusing. I kept hearing "Lou - what the HELL are you doing!" And I'd be all "Whaaa? I didn't do anything!" Then I realized that they were talking to the dog.
He likes to chew on rocks. I do not.
The weekend was great. There are more photos here.
We started out on the beach with beers. Got a little too excited about being on the beach with beers and wore ourselves out. By the time we had all showered and consumed a startling amount of "Do Re Mi" pizza it was over.
But we made up for it the next day. Tooled around Downtown Charleston in the morning, stopping at Poogan's Porch for lunch. Supposedly Poogan's has a haunted bathroom. Story goes if you go in there alone chances are you will see military boots under the door - but it's supposed to be an old woman ghost wearing the military boots. I was disappointed when we went to the bathroom and it just smelled bad and had imitation Dial in the Dial soap dispenser. (We all know Dial is orange, not pink).
The delicious Bloody Marys, homemade buttermilk biscuits and fried green tomatoes made up for the lack of ghosts.
Starting off the "bachelorette" party was an array of penis paraphenalia, including, but not limited to, a large penis pinata.
And then there were the pink panty pull-downs - a combination of champagne, beer and pink lemonade.
Very delicious, but probably not wise to gulp down before a large meal at an expensive restaurant followed by a night of excessive intaking of Jagermeister/Goldschlager shots.
The rest of the evening was a blur. I do remember, Jess, in full form, making friends with the security guard after he had to pull her down from dancing on a chair.
That's all I've got for now.
Good times.
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