Here comes the (drunk) bride.

(Have I mentioned that I'm up to 300 posts? Awesome.)

This was bachelorette party weekend! The Power Plant in Baltimore is apparently where everyone goes to have a bachelorette party. There were so many brides-to-be at that place, and I think I'm getting old, because every one of them looked way too young to be getting married. That girl? That little one swigging Smirnoff? She's the one getting married? Who's marrying that kid? And these little girlfriends are her support system? Good lord, what do any of them know about marriage?

See? I'm like a mom now.

It could just be that they're throwing fake bachelorette parties for the free drinks. A "Bride to Be" t-shirt and a tiara will get you free shots, no cover charges, and plenty of attention. Get a group of girls together, take turns being the bride, and you're in business.

All in all, though, last night's party was great fun. Drinking and dancing and dueling pianos make for a good time. And if there's anything better than hot cheesy pizza at 3 AM, I'm not sure what it is.