Attend a bachelorette party

“The last bachelorette party I went to was just great, full of lighthearted reminiscing and champagne-guzzling—until the strippers arrived. We only ordered one and two showed up, insisting on being paid in cash. The sight of them “getting ready” in the bathroom traumatized one poor lady. And then the two of them proceeded to get so naked and so up in our faces that one attendee started yelling, “I’m Catholic! I’m Catholic!” Visions of their gyrations and motorboating lingered in the house after they left, like a really inappropriate poltergeist.”

“Once we were all ready, we got an Uber, and went out for dinner to a place called Las Casuelas in downtown Palm Springs. [...] we passed two of the most popular clubs, both of which had lines around the block to get in, IT WAS CRAZY and once we saw the line, knew right away that that was not what we wanted to do with our night. Once we got to Bootlegger Tiki, we were told for a party of 6, it’d be about a 40 min wait. So we sat down to wait, starting thinking, and shortly decided that it’d be more fun to head back to our house and play some games and drink our free alcohol. So that’s what we did! Of course we had some X-rated games, as you’d expect- so laughed the night away as we played them all in our pjs. Natalie even jumped in the pool at like midnight, just for the hell of it. Our house had a pretty amazing backyard space, so before going to bed, we sat outside under stars and just talked about how fast the weekend had gone and how amazing everything was.”