It's not a bachlorette party without a bloody foot

This past Saturday Heather and her bridal entourage (which I am, thankfully, a part of) celebrated her last few days as a bachlorette. I think that we ended up striking a nice balance between relaxation and pure terror. The relaxing part being the massages and pedicures; the terror coming in to play when we all duck and covered, elementary school style, at the Oyster Bar. Thank you Mrs. Delp for teaching me, not only earthquake, but drive-by survivor skills as well. Fun times. Fortunatly, the only blood shed occured one table over when a barefoot girl ran over a broken glass. All and all, I would have to say it was a very fun night. Props to Heather for holding her own after five shots and a few mixed drinks as well. I would say we should do it again sometime but, let's face it, one shooting per lifetime is more than enough.