Sitting on the couch watching a movie, surrounded by my dogs and cat as well as 10 million different kinds of massage oil, a pink feather boa, erotic literature and some new - ahem - outfits. Checking out pictures from last night's bachelorette party, including one of me standing atop a barstool sipping a cocktail from a plastic penis-shaped container, which I'm sure would be a big hit as a water bottle at the gym, don't you? This getting married business? Nothing but classy.