as she says farewell to her single life ...

with its unassuming exterior, supper club could be easily missed by passersby. white walls, white lettering, maybe only the golden doors could catch your attention, for about one second, then you would dismiss it. sixteen of us arrived here, in front of the golden doors, for our dear friend, lily's, bachelorette party.

you pulled open the doors, contrast to the color of white that you saw outside, walls of black welcomed you with their subtle sophistication. passing through the lobby of black wooden walls, you immediately found yourself in awe of the decor of the bar. The walls were filled with square crimson leather cushions, making the walls part of the red leather booth seating with its back extended all the way up to the ceiling. A circular bar was nicely situated in the middle of this 60 by 40 feet room. Right above the bar, there were 12 disco balls as if they were sprinkling shimmer onto the patrons.

Then you realized that you just missed the drag queen sitting by the entrance of the bar. you wondered how could you walk by her without noticing while she was rocking that nuclear weapon exploded blonde mushroom on her head. you stepped in front of her, extended your hand, afraid of hitting her pair of double Ds. As you were telling her, "I like your hair." She murmured "thank you" without looking at you and stamped your hand with the word "slut". you were more offended by her not looking at you than being labeled a "slut". you were told, on a different night, you could be labeled as a "bitch" ... if that makes you feel better.

The entourage went around the bar, and pushed through a pair of white doors with two round wooden handles carved "S" and "C". The two doors opened up to a white room filled with oversized beds up against the walls. We were led to our bed on the balcony level. The white doors closed behind us at 8 pm. The next five or six hours is a token of our friendship, memories that we will forever cherish. A handful of friends from Seattle could not make it to the party, but we know the memory making process will continue at the wedding.

I have missed many bachelorette parties of friends', for whatever reason. Some I deeply regret, some I do not. Did my friends get mad at me for not being there at their parties? are we still the same friends as before? Right before I called it a day, I advised myself: who cares. Only time will tell how true is your friendship. As you open your heart, rip it so open until it hurts, to people in your life, there will always be laughters along with tears. What makes any relationship sweet is laughter, while what makes it stronger is tears.