Ta-daaa! Red lipstick and gloss, "Bachelorette party: Enter at your own risk" caution tape as sashes, penis stickers with hooker names (I'm Ginger) and four inch heels. Kristin is wearing the "Bride to be . . ." t-shirt and a crown.
We drove to Barcode (the 107.9 radio station club) in Sacramento. On the way, we stopped at 7-11 and trooped inside for some drinks, and got a LOT of stares and a "I wish I had my camera" comment.
If you go to a club, pretend it is your birthday or Bachelorette party, because we got in after waiting through about 1/3 of the very long line. A guy came up and was like "Come with me" and Andra was like "Are you serious?" And he was like "Yeah, I work here." And then we got in!
We danced from like 11-1:30am and had a lot of fun. I love Anna for trading me shoes sometimes, and saving my feet from my evil heels. I had also forgotten how grabby guys got at clubs (Shut up, it's been a while). We got back to Andra's and then I drove home with my penis whistle souvenir and caught about 4 hours sleep before getting up to go to work. Fun!