There's a disturbing theme around here in regards to bachelorette parties, which is selling crap like mardis gras beads or suckers, otherwise just known as begging for drinking money (or money for whatever).
I hate going out as it is, but my bf's sister was in town and she wanted to go out for a bit just to be back in a Wisconsin bar and not going to a super expensive club or paying out the wazoo for just a few drinks like she does back home.
Being as Wisconsin is now completely smoke-free, it's no surprise that to get inside a bar, you have to walk past dozens of people smoking right outside the doors. Amongst that crowd were a few three sheets to the wind obnoxiously drunk bachelorettes, complete with their cheap plastic crowns and gawdy jewelery that makes them stand out as such.
One in particular had the most annoying voice, and wouldn't stop yelling. She had an entire neck full of those cheap mardis gras beads.
"DOLLAR FOR SOME BEADS! ANYONE WANT SOME BEADS FOR A DOLLAR? COME ON GUYS BEADS FOR A DOLLAR! BEADS FOR A DOLLAR! BEADS FOR THE BRIDE! COME ON BUY SOME BEADS FOR THE BRIDE AND THE BRIDESMAIDS!"
And she continued and we totally tried to ignore her. My boyfriend finally said "No thanks!" and she looked right at me square in the eye, and....
"WELL, YOU COULD JUST SAY NO, YOU KNOW! IT WOULD BE POLLLLIIIITTTE!"
That's when Bitch Blas kicked in. I'm sorry, I just can't tolerate drunken stupidity and begging to begin with, nowadays it's worse than ever.
"You could just shut the fuck up and buy your own drinks!" I snarled at her.
She was so wasted that at first, she had this look on her face like she was going to try to come after me or start something, but then right after, like she was just going to start crying or pouting.
"God I fucking hate annoying bachelorette parties. When *friend* got married, she insisted we don't do anything like that because classy ladies don't need to beg to have their drinks bought for them!"
(Ok so that wasn't exactly true, she insisted we didn't do it because it's annoying. I just had to make idiot girl feel worse)
Not my best moment, but I hate beggars and I hate drunks. There you go.
I hate going out as it is, but my bf's sister was in town and she wanted to go out for a bit just to be back in a Wisconsin bar and not going to a super expensive club or paying out the wazoo for just a few drinks like she does back home.
Being as Wisconsin is now completely smoke-free, it's no surprise that to get inside a bar, you have to walk past dozens of people smoking right outside the doors. Amongst that crowd were a few three sheets to the wind obnoxiously drunk bachelorettes, complete with their cheap plastic crowns and gawdy jewelery that makes them stand out as such.
One in particular had the most annoying voice, and wouldn't stop yelling. She had an entire neck full of those cheap mardis gras beads.
"DOLLAR FOR SOME BEADS! ANYONE WANT SOME BEADS FOR A DOLLAR? COME ON GUYS BEADS FOR A DOLLAR! BEADS FOR A DOLLAR! BEADS FOR THE BRIDE! COME ON BUY SOME BEADS FOR THE BRIDE AND THE BRIDESMAIDS!"
And she continued and we totally tried to ignore her. My boyfriend finally said "No thanks!" and she looked right at me square in the eye, and....
"WELL, YOU COULD JUST SAY NO, YOU KNOW! IT WOULD BE POLLLLIIIITTTE!"
That's when Bitch Blas kicked in. I'm sorry, I just can't tolerate drunken stupidity and begging to begin with, nowadays it's worse than ever.
"You could just shut the fuck up and buy your own drinks!" I snarled at her.
She was so wasted that at first, she had this look on her face like she was going to try to come after me or start something, but then right after, like she was just going to start crying or pouting.
"God I fucking hate annoying bachelorette parties. When *friend* got married, she insisted we don't do anything like that because classy ladies don't need to beg to have their drinks bought for them!"
(Ok so that wasn't exactly true, she insisted we didn't do it because it's annoying. I just had to make idiot girl feel worse)
Not my best moment, but I hate beggars and I hate drunks. There you go.
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