Bowled over

Just now recovering from my brother's bachelor party. He had a co-ed affair at Pheasant Lanes in Bloomington, with his siblings and friends. It was pretty clean, if you don't mind a busty lady made in frosting on a cookie cake and sexy lady temporary tattoos. (I just washed a Marcia Cross lookalike off my arm today.) David had a Betty Page girl on his forearm and after a couple drinks wrote WWJD above her so he wouldn't have to wash it off before going to church this morning.

The plan for my bachelorette party is to repeat a past performance at a T-dance bra party in Provincetown. I'm going to dance on a box until I fall down. But this time, I'll try not to land in the lap of a woman in a wheelchair.