Went to the Bachelorette party for Iggy's brother's fiance. We drank and had a great time. Got some old geezer to buy me free drinks all night. Things were going GREAT, until one of the bride's friends threw up into my overnight bag... and then on my $1000 wool coat... and my Burberry scarf... and a pair of $200 heels... and my TOOTHBRUSH!

Apparently, the girl couldn't handle her liquor. Since I was the only one that didn't end up drunk (go go Iron liver!) I had to take care of her all night.
It would have been so much more fun if it had happened to someone else
Iggy came home from his weekend with ripped pants. Looks like he had fun!
