Two Shoes, No Shoes, One Shoe
A few weekends ago my buddies and I were down in Atlantic City. We were down at Revel, and for some reason, that weekend, it was just packed, I mean packed, with bachelorette parties. You could throw a chip in any direction and more likely than not you’d hit a girl in a short dress wearing a tiara or a sash. Now, as young men tend to do we started teasing each other about who should go after which girls. At the pool, we were discussing who we could throw in their general direction. Now, as we were cramming six guys in one room, the possibility of any shenanigans actually happening were slim to none, but still there was fun to be had.
I love a girl in sensible shoes, but I will say, all y’all look pretty amazing in heels. Yes, I know it’s a tad misogynistic, but it’s the truth. Heels and a little black (or blue, or red, or purple…) dress are my kryptonite. And truth be told, it’s the same for most men. I know it’s incredibly uncomfortable, and god forbid if you want to dance, but still, y’all look incredible. Now, as we gambled, obviously dressed in our finest, we joked amongst ourselves how we could definitively tell who amongst a bachelorette party was the most drunk, and which of the girls roving bro-packs would try to pick off. This is the system that we came up with: