Friday, August 3, 2012

no comment.

Naturally, the first thing I did when I finally made it to my hotel room (after the tire blow out) was clog the toilet.

yes friends, you read that correctly. I'll spare you the deets. 

I tried that little trick where you just keep flushing and hope that the waste will dislodge itself. This ritual usually includes a short prayer:

dear God, please help this terrible beast to seek the light and go peacefully down the pipes before I bring a man back here to seduce me into oblivion. amen.

I left it to fester while I met up with the fam. 

later that night...

I brought the bridal party back to my room to pregame. 

I. am. so. embarrassing. 

made the bride-to-be call the front desk for the plunger.

made the maid-of-honor go downstairs to pick up said plunger.

I plunged a toilet. in heels. sorry Reds.

brought plunger back to male receptionist

went out for a night on the prowl

Put another check mark on my bucket list. Bam.