Backstory: Mom went to a raunchy NYC bachelorette party for a friend’s daughter. She told me this type of thing didn’t exist when she got married in the 70s.
Sorry I missed your call. I just got back from New York City. I went with N– and an entourage of young and less young women for N’s bachelorette party. I know, you can’t beleive it. It was quite a trip. We went to Hunk-a-Mania where I saw things I didn’t want to see, P– got mad and went home on a bus, and D–, who rented a Suburban and drove us there, had a turkey fly into the car’s windshield and smash it to bits! What a weekend.