The Devils went up to NYC!

Last weekend was Marisa's surprise bachelorette party!! Jen, Amanda, and I donned our devil-horned headbands and whisked the bride-to-be off for a weekend of fun and adventure in the city of all cities, New York.

And boy, did we have fun and adventure. Here's the long and the short of it:

• There is a hidden agenda on trains. Did you know that Canada Dry Gingerale and Mug Root Beer are high-class beverages? Because we were not in business class, we were not allowed to consume these drinks in the food car! AND because of that, we all wanted root beer and gingerale the whole weekend.
• There is no such thing as too much blinking. Just ask Marisa.
• There is such a thing as STARING...and because of our horns and Marisa's blinking, we got our fair share of that. We were even seated in the back of the Italian restaurant as to not draw attention to ourselves. Nice.
• The Culture Club was a fantastically 80s joint. It came complete with 80s named drinks including the Bon Jovi, Billy Ray Cyrus, and Loraina Bobbit shots. Even in that context, I still preferred Bon Jovi. =) Marisa enjoyed her "bitches" getting the job done...finding the guys with the chest hair, shot-buying power, boxer-short guy, and even the freaky German ones who didn't understand what a bachelorette was. However, one must question the number of times it is acceptable for a dj to "shout out" the bachelorettes in the house...along with the shout outs to the alcoholics...
• Catching cabs are harder than it seems...especially when you're blinking and have 5 "bitches" with you in devil horns. "What is this? Frogga?"
• The day after was equally as awesome with Chinatown Canal St. shopping. We did the whole "dark-alley-van-weilding-secret-back-room" purse shopping gig. Although there were moments where we thought we were gonna die, it was FUN. There is a rush in sneaking into back rooms and basements to look at counterfeit purses. We also enjoyed our $4 coffees, $3 breakfast, $14 ruebens...and priceless time with fabulous people on a gorgeous day.

A huge hand to Jen for the coordination of the awesome event that I can't even do justice to in one entry. =) Congrats again to young Marisa and her beau. I can only hope that this isn't the last time we'll go to NYC for a weekend getaway.

Note to self: Never underestimate the power of the devil horns. And sliding doors on a bathroom without a fan are cool.