31. Go With The Float
I was on my way to a summer college on an island off the coast of Ireland, and there was a large group of bachelorettes on the ferry with me. Because they were a group of jittery 30-something women wearing pink sashes and headbands—and because they'd brought a seven-foot-tall inflatable *cough* body part with them—we knew it was a bridal party.
It was unquestionably prepared for the journey.
The boat's skipper came on the PA system as we pulled out of the harbor to go over the safety checks. He got as far as informing us where to get flotation devices in the event of an emergency, only for the blushing bride-to-be to scream, “WE brought OUR OWN!!!” and wildly wriggle the massive thing.
I wished I could have been at that celebration.
