Tammi isn't nuts about bachelorette parties.
Me neither, especially after the last one where two of my sister's bridesmaids decided that we should all get tickets to "Naked Boys Singing." And not just any tickets, but front row seats.
While most of the girls were goggle-eyed at the wildly bobbling (at eye level) dangly bits, I was enjoying the story line of the play.
It's naked gay guys. Singing, dancing, naked gay guys. Exuberant singing, dancing, naked gay guys. A bunch of 'em.
(Betcha can't get that image out of your brain for the rest of the day!)
I'm a straight female.
There was nothing there for me to get excited about. But, somehow or other, the bridesmaids all found this fascinating and hilarious.
Ugh! Amateur hour. (The girls, not the actors.)
No. More. Bachelorette. Parties. Ever.