What happens when you gather a bunch of women in their late 20s and early 30s, load them up with 18 bottles of rosé, cram them together in a run-down beach condo called Parrot Bay, and let things loose? Well, you'd have our wacky, wonderful bachelorette weekend in Ocean City.
You see, this past weekend was the bachelorette celebration for Kate, and instead of the classiness that was her shower, we went pretty much down the opposite road for her bachelorette (as it should be!). Ocean City, with its plethora of 20-something, hollering bros, its sleazy neon boardwalk, its ability to airbrush anything, anywhere, on any item of clothing that you wanted, was our destination. We left Friday afternoon and drove the few hours along the way, stopping for some key thrifting moments. Like the one where we picked up this dress for $2.50 and made Kate wear it for 24 hours:
We blew up penis balloons and took over the condo balcony, where we got hollered at by the bros vacationing upstairs ("My my, you are all so gorgeous and glamorous!" [Amina gamely chats with one guy for a while who eventually goes in for a hug. Amina: "How many kinds of cologne are you wearing?" Bro: "Uh, two or three."]
Other than that, the weekend pretty much consisted of sitting on the beach, drinking things out of solo cups, eating delicious home-cooked meals (when we weren't eating at Hooters), and buying neon items:
Oh yeah, and then we went to Seacrets. This Yelp review best sums that place up:
There isn't much you can say about Seacrets that hasn't already been said about the U.S. involvement in Iraq--we went to a sandy place, under false pretenses, and when it's over, you can't remember how you got there in the first place, or for that matter, how you got back home. Wait, whose bed is this anyway? And who is this guy? And who is this other guy and why is he holding a video camera? Oh boy.
Like Iraq, Seacrets does not have nuclear weapons. However, if you do manage to venture inside, you should prepare yourself for atrocities not seen this side of Saddam-era Tikrit. You will see things at Seacrets that you have never seen before--men and women, huddled together and clinging to each other for dear life. Their clothing is in tatters and in many cases, they wear scarcely anything at all.
We promised that what happened at Seacrets, stayed at Seacrets, so I won't say much other than I drank a pina colada with an extra beaker of rum in it. Shrug. When in Ocean City...
As always, you can see my Instagram photos here.