Service notes from The Party (tm)

I ought to post salacious stories from kittenpants' and triadruid's Bachelor/Ette party, but I think the material has been/is being well-covered already. Check triadruid, chaosdruid, saffronhare and druidevo for riveting accounts of the night's adventures. Having put the thing together, and having not quite recovered from it at this time, I a)don't feel terribly inclined to record a blow-by-blow, and b)probably wouldn't do as good a job as the rest of the crew anyway, but I feel inclined to record a few notes. More stories may come. Suffice to say, by way of background, that a full-on Vicars and Tarts party occurred, and that both the vicars and the tarts looked good enough that people thought they really were what they were portraying. So, go us.

Notes:
1. The Catholic supply store is full of interesting and mildly terrifying stuff, but does not carry altar boy robes. You have to special-order them, and they prefer if you're actually affiliated with a church.

2. When sending people out to look for things that could be converted to altar boy robes, it's perhaps best not to send two people who have never been Catholic, Anglican, Episcopalian, nor any other sort of faith where altar servers might be encountered, and who, therefore, haven't the foggiest fuck of an idea what the costume is supposed to look like.

3. The costume-shop guy at U.S. Toy (awesome though he is) has never been Catholic either.

4. If you need to rent a limo in Kansas City, call Premier Limo. The gentleman who drove us was utterly fabulous (we got him to wear the Pope Hat(tm)) and he was much less expensive than anybody else I talked to.

5. W.J. McBride's also gets high marks for the evening. The entire party showed up unannounced, and was promptly given an alcove room, where we were able to arrange the tables to suit us. Our waiter was lovely, and an Eddie Izzard fan to boot. We accidentally offended some devout (and very polite) Catholic people, which was a downer, but everyone was really polite about it, and once we sat the "priests" with their backs to traffic, everyone seemed happy. Big props for not throwing us out, and generally treating us well. We will likely return for future potentially offensive parties. Aside from the general excellence of the waiter, they have wonderful food, and they serve Strongbow on tap. *sigh*

6. Legs, our strip club destination, was similarly fabulous, and took good care of us. They also declined to throw us out, even when some of their patrons took it upon themselves to try and tip *us*.

7. Some things in life are more important than being molested by someone else's Shiny New Boyfriend(tm), and watching your girlfriend get a lap dance from a madly flexible and exceedingly friendly dancer is one of them.

8. Some things in life are more important than avoiding neck sprains. The whole girlfriend/lap dance thing belongs on this list, too.

9. Announcing at dinner that after this evening, there will be no more biting the bride and groom until after the wedding seems to be a good way for the bride and groom to collect a stunning set of bite marks. Well done, there.
(For those not at the party who wish to bite the bride and/or groom, I will be accepting bite marks in their name until the wedding, after which I will be glad to pass them on to the appropriate person, with interest.)

Service notes from The Party (tm)

I ought to post salacious stories from kittenpants' and triadruid's Bachelor/Ette party, but I think the material has been/is being well-covered already. Check triadruid, chaosdruid, saffronhare and druidevo for riveting accounts of the night's adventures. Having put the thing together, and having not quite recovered from it at this time, I a)don't feel terribly inclined to record a blow-by-blow, and b)probably wouldn't do as good a job as the rest of the crew anyway, but I feel inclined to record a few notes. More stories may come. Suffice to say, by way of background, that a full-on Vicars and Tarts party occurred, and that both the vicars and the tarts looked good enough that people thought they really were what they were portraying. So, go us.

Notes:
1. The Catholic supply store is full of interesting and mildly terrifying stuff, but does not carry altar boy robes. You have to special-order them, and they prefer if you're actually affiliated with a church.

2. When sending people out to look for things that could be converted to altar boy robes, it's perhaps best not to send two people who have never been Catholic, Anglican, Episcopalian, nor any other sort of faith where altar servers might be encountered, and who, therefore, haven't the foggiest fuck of an idea what the costume is supposed to look like.

3. The costume-shop guy at U.S. Toy (awesome though he is) has never been Catholic either.

4. If you need to rent a limo in Kansas City, call Premier Limo. The gentleman who drove us was utterly fabulous (we got him to wear the Pope Hat(tm)) and he was much less expensive than anybody else I talked to.

5. W.J. McBride's also gets high marks for the evening. The entire party showed up unannounced, and was promptly given an alcove room, where we were able to arrange the tables to suit us. Our waiter was lovely, and an Eddie Izzard fan to boot. We accidentally offended some devout (and very polite) Catholic people, which was a downer, but everyone was really polite about it, and once we sat the "priests" with their backs to traffic, everyone seemed happy. Big props for not throwing us out, and generally treating us well. We will likely return for future potentially offensive parties. Aside from the general excellence of the waiter, they have wonderful food, and they serve Strongbow on tap. *sigh*

6. Legs, our strip club destination, was similarly fabulous, and took good care of us. They also declined to throw us out, even when some of their patrons took it upon themselves to try and tip *us*.

7. Some things in life are more important than being molested by someone else's Shiny New Boyfriend(tm), and watching your girlfriend get a lap dance from a madly flexible and exceedingly friendly dancer is one of them.

8. Some things in life are more important than avoiding neck sprains. The whole girlfriend/lap dance thing belongs on this list, too.

9. Announcing at dinner that after this evening, there will be no more biting the bride and groom until after the wedding seems to be a good way for the bride and groom to collect a stunning set of bite marks. Well done, there.
(For those not at the party who wish to bite the bride and/or groom, I will be accepting bite marks in their name until the wedding, after which I will be glad to pass them on to the appropriate person, with interest.)