My hometown girls and I try to go away for a long weekend together every year around spring break time to accommodate for the gals in grad school. This year, we hit LA to visit our best bestie (and LA MOH) and we drove out to Palm Springs. Last year we had a crazy fun time in Vegas bacheloretting another friend, so this year it was time to celebrate (and take advantage of) my upcoming nuptials!
We don't play around. So the 1st surprise on Thursday night in West Hollywood was to go see a little show in a black box theatre called (none other than) Puppetry of the Penis:
"Umm... capes??" You say? Oh dear yes. It was total nerd town USA (although, like all good penis shows this phenom began in Australia). Thank God, because I had feared, ever since we saw terrifying and hilarious posters for PutP in London on a high school ehem*band*ehem trip, that it was a very serious and intense performance art piece.
Nope! The guys in our show were two theatre majors who hold BFA's from Point Park Conservatory (go Pittsburgh!) makin a buck with, well, their junk. My review? Have a drink, and then run-don't-walk to PutP when they tour to your town. Girls night out silliness guaranteed. But beware the obligatory "we-need-a-volunteer" portion of the evening- it ain't pretty! (Yes of course it was me).
We survived!!
{LA moh, MD bm, me and bestie K with the actors}
On Friday, we hit the road to Palm Springs. Err, technically Desert Springs I believe...
drinks by the pool!
Zen-like relaxing view of the mountains as we got our fill of desert sun.
Once we were settled at the hotel, we went downstairs to their nightclub for Desert Springs' Spring Break kick-off party.
Kickin it with Vegas' DJ Scotty (yeah, we're cool like that)
More bachelorette hazing commenced with a list of dares the girls came up with: 1. Get a guy to buy me a blow job shot (arg!!) 2. Get a guy to give me a lap dance...
These South Dakotan undergrads were happy to oblige with both. Okay, the drink-buying was mean cuz they're college kids, but the lap dance was PG-rated wholesome hilarity.
3. Get a guy to swing dance with me (again I chose and unassuming undergrad because I'm a wuss) 4. Get a guy to draw something on my ankle...? This one was awkward, but I accomplished it several times over. There were a couple bachelor parties there, and by then we had joined forces.
Fun smokey drink at the sushi bar
They got me! Sneaky LA MOH... She can't make it to the east coast for every bridal festivity come late Summer/Fall, so she's opting out of the east coast bachelorette party. I'm so grateful we had this weekend to celebrate together in true bachelorette fashion.
Did your gals surprise you? What kind of crazy nonsense did they come up with for you to do? (Or were they easy on you?)
*all photos by LA MoH and MD BM unless otherwise sourced.
Welcome to heart the day, my name is Becky, I am finding my way as a writer, designer, newlywed and puppy mom.
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