20 Lessons I Learned During My Bachelorette Party.

I went through the pre-wedding ritual this past weekend, and I’m still feeling old and tired from it. So, well done, Maid of Honor! I tip my veil off to ya.

I’m also feeling super sassy, because who wouldn’t after this fun ride?


Now that my bachelorette weekend is finito, I thought I’d make a grand list of lessons that I believe come with the territory. For all you future brides out there, take notice.

Annnnnnd go.

1. Drink lots of water.

2. Scavenger hunts are so much fun, and people should do more of them in life.

3. When one of your girlfriend’s yells, “FUCK THE DODGERS” in a college town in the middle of California, you start thinking about your own eulogy.

4. Sidewalk guitarists do not know any Backstreet Boys songs, and this is incredibly sad. They may also not know a) “Pour Some Sugar On Me” and b) “Wrecking Ball.”

5. Any bar that shows The Nightmare Before Christmas on its TV is a bar in which you should have a few drinks.

6. It may take a few minutes for a guy to notice you when you’re picking your nose, but when one does – he won’t let you forget it 10 minutes later, no matter how wasted he is.

7. Richard Simmons gives the best piggy back rides. See above.

8. When a man answers the question, “Who runs the world?”, with “Illuminati,” he’ll get very upset if you relate to him with, “Ah, the Free Masons, yes. I watched National Treasure, so I would agree that Nic Cage does run the world.”

9. This same guy also hates it when you use a giant pink penis straw as a microphone while asking him questions.

10. No matter how many men you ask, none of them will ever “have a condom.” But a 45-year old woman will, with a few to spare, allowing you to finally complete your scavenger hunt checklist. Huzzah!

11. Blow job shots require a very large mouth, but the whipped cream is totally worth the 5 minutes it takes to figure that shit out.

12. Never underestimate the dancing abilities of an older man in a green button up shirt, because he may end up dipping you to the point where your dick-laden veil flies off.

13. When asking 5 men in a college town for their philosophy on marriage, don’t expect much. Now #10 makes a whole lot of sense.

14. Vanilla vodka + ginger ale = my new favorite drink.

15. When a young married woman and her guy friends buy your entire party a round of shots, you’ll probably find her later on and try to give her a $20 bill. (She refused it.)

16. At 28-years old, it’s exhausting staying out on a Saturday night until 1:30am.

17. Wine tasting is one of the greatest things on this planet, but jell-o shots might bite you in the ass the next morning.

18. Be proud of yourself if you run up to a guy assuming he’s Beetlejuice, only for him to give you a business card that simply reads, “What rhymes with hug me?” Also, answer with, “Rugby” and then walk away.

19. Nothing makes you happier than customized shirts – jeans and a tee is all you need.

20. Realizing you get to hang out with all these amazing ladies and even more friends and family at the wedding – PRICELESS.

So there you have it, all my weekend’s wisdom condensed to 20 simple lessons.

You’re welcome, future brides. I have probably just saved all your marriages.

An East Bay Concert Experience vs a SF Concert Experience.

I saw the Backstreet Boys in concert last night, and it was one of the happiest moments of my life. Pure fucking joy. A sold out crowd singing a bunch of ’90s songs, very loudly, together. I’m a dedicated BSB fan, so you bet your ass I knew the new shit, too.

But I realized, after the fact, that the only people I knew who also attended, or might’ve attended, the show were all East Bay local folks, like myself. Which is a little odd, considering how concert-happy they are in SF.

It made me think, what’s the difference between a concert experience in San Francisco versus the one I had last night in the East Bay?

Allow me to express my thoughts via so many gifs.


A refined excitement; they’re just as enthusiastic as East Bayers, except they’re totally stoned and drunk. Pretty sure there’s a banjo requirement to perform in SF, or, at the very least, an agreement to throw in dubstep for an ample substitution.

SF concert-goers may look something like –







Balls-out, teenage excitement; we can’t believe we’re old enough to drink beer AND watch boy bands. Fuck your Golden Gate Park, we have Mt. Diablo, it’s on literally fire because it’s summertime in the East Bay, and HOLY SHIT, BACKSTREET’S BACK.

East Bay concert-goers may look something like –





This concludes today’s lesson on geo-cultural juxtaposition.

(goes back to listening to her BSB Spotify list)

I’m Seeing The Backstreet Boys This Sunday – Excuse Me While I Wet Myself.

Sunday not only marks the first NFL Sunday line-up of the season, it also happens to be the night I get to see the Backstreet Boys in concert. For the third time in my 28-years.


Words cannot explain how fucking happy I am about this, because I’m going to go completely nuts. My inner teenager is going to wail. WAAAAAAIIIIILLLLL.

So I’m just going to take a few moments to go a little BSB crazy while blasting “The One” and preparing my “Larger Than Life” and “Everybody” dance moves.

Join me, won’t you?










That last one made me grow a third ovary.