My best friend decided to have her bachelorette party in Los Angeles.
The four girls in the bridal party, including me, had never been far outside of Dallas, Texas, so we were extremely excited to visit the City of Angels for some dirty fun.
The bride, Alabama (and yes, she knows her name is ridiculous), put together the whole itinerary. She’s never been good at delegating, so we let her decide everything. We would start with dinner and rooftop cocktails at a bar downtown, catch a Lyft to Hollywood to visit another bar with a mechanical bull, and end the night at a nearby hotel.
We dressed in cowboy boots and jean skirts and did our best Texas-pageant-girl hair for the occasion. Despite how cliché it was, I was feeling sexy as hell, but when we got to the bar downtown, I realized we did not fit... Read More
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