chride

It's really not a secret that I'm a dancer, so why the hell am I freaking out about the old man going to a bachelor party? I'll tell you why. I tried to arrange for them to have a great time at the club where I work, but the groom was soooooo pussy about the whole thing that he insisted the guys do something else. All I was told was that they're going to a crawfish boil and shooting skeet. Sounds ok, but the old man left at 10:00am with some swim trunks and a handle of Jack. He hasn't sent word since, and it's after 5pm here. I don't want to be the nagging old lady, but send a fucking text. I'm going to be hanging out with my sister and her husband for the evening, and that involves doing a sort of pub crawl. I get very flirty when I'm drunk and pissed off, so I hope he understands what the fuck is going to happen if I don't hear from him. Can anyone say "yard pass"? Yeah, I'm a vengeful bitch.

Cheers,
Chride