You’ve probably read about the beginning to this weekend (Oh Tahoe), but Shay-rone’s bachelorette party was one I won’t soon forget. Once we left North Shore Tahoe and made it onto the south side, Christie and I had a couple of surprises in store for the 18 girls making the drive up 50.

Christie had completed 99% of the planning for the bachelorette party in the weeks prior, however, there were a couple ‘to do’s’ we had to settle on Friday before everyone arrived, like pick up the keys to the house, for example. So on Friday morning we had planned to contact the rental agency and make arrangements to get into the house, but instead,we awoke (hungover) to a voice mail from the agency. Apparently our mansion had a gas leak and would not be available for the weekend. WTF? After several hours of stressing they found us an alternate location AND provided us a hefty refund for all our troubles. At this point we were left with a dilema: refund 18 people an insignificant amount of money or treat everyone to an awesome night out at the club on Saturday?! Well I’m assuming you know what we chose…

So around 3pm we checked into the house, unpacked the cars and set up for everyone’s arrival. The girls was scheduled to arrive by 7pm that night. The plan was to stay in, have a home cooked dinner and play some girly games. Or so everyone thought that was the plan. Christie and I, however, had another plan in mind. One that involved several cocktails and a stripper named Lee.

Yes. In the above photo Lee appeared to be a decent specimen of man. In the flesh…not so much.

That’s Shay-rone, the bachelorette, horrified as the real Lee dry humps her flailing body. He was approximately 45 years old, balding with a beer belly and a bright blue fringe g-string. Thank goodness we fed the girls copious amounts of spider (spiked cider) and beer before he arrived. It’s the only way we survived. $400 and several lap dances later, Lee departed…thank gawd. After he left we proceeded to have our pants off-dance off…one much more fun than the performance of our paid professional.

Saturday was filled with sledding, manicures, movies and the regret of being touched by Lee. The day flew by and before we knew it, it was getting-ready-party time! The theme was Head Over Heels…we had top hats, hot shoes and black cocktail attire. We are so incredibly classy!

The party bus picked us up around 8 and the rest is a bit blurry.

Christie had booked us an amazing booth at Mont Bleu Hotel’s club. It was right off the dance floor, could seat over 30 people and, best of all, came with several bottles of vodka (not that we needed it)! There was definitely a lot of dancing, a little more boozing and a whole lot of inappropriateness in the booth.

Around 2am Christie received a text from “Spencer” saying he had come to south short to say hi. (Check out Oh Tahoe to find out more about Spencer.) She promptly ignored that text, until she walked out of the club to catch a cab and he was just standing there. Creepy!

Even so, she was able to dart his advances and caught a cab home alone. Despite all arriving to the hotel together, we each seemed to leave the club one by one. The last to make it back arrived at 4:30am and was locked out in the snow. Sorry Mish.

Speaking of snow…we weren’t exactly prepared for it. Saturday the ground was dry, but Sunday morning we woke up to this. It took us chains, taco bell and over six hours of traffic to get back to San Francisco. I have to say…it was all worth it.

PS Congrats to Sharon and Jason…The wedding was amazing. A great start to a great life together! Mazel tov!