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Trystan's POV:
That night was my official bachelorette party (Vegas having been more of a female bonding experience among me and my wedding attendants). It was at Irina's mom's house in San Francisco, and unfortunately, because it was a Thursday and slightly last-minute, only a few people could come -- Irina, Gretta, Heather, Diane, Irina's mom, and I rounded out the crowd. But it was still a blast!
 We drank countless vodka toasts (a *must* at Irina's house), played Kiss the Stud (a pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey type game), ate large bites of a penis-shaped chocolate cake, drank champagne, and sang hilarious karaoke versions of Patsy Cline, Madonna, and finished up with an incredibly sappy and drunken rendition of "Wind Beneath My Wings." I had to be helped back to Heather's car and was extremely passed out by the time I got home. Probably not the best idea to have such a bender just a few days before the wedding, but we did have quite a lot of fun.
Thomas' POV:
I could honestly roast Trystan big time here, but I won't. Too much. :) She indeed had "difficulties" getting into the house that night (I was awoken loudly to assist with this task), and she was ZONKED as soon as she hit the bed. Ahem. (Forthcoming mention of me chiding, indeed ...)
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