We’ve come accustomed to TheLuxurySpot.com events getting semi out of control due to extra liquor, extra hot hotties, and an extra ridiculous set of nonsensical attendees that get wild & crazy. Our Bachelorette Fête was no exception. Held on February 10 at NYC night spot Juliet Supper Club, there was a little supper to be had (their food is actually pretty dope), but once the bottles of Tuaca & SoCo Lime started swinging, in true Bachelorette form, so did the genitalia.
As I walked in to mingle, the first thing coming to my mind = “OH STOPPIT WITH THAT FLAME THONG” – it was a sight of balloons, male dancers (one in particular who came equipped with his own bobble heads – thanks, Gernonimo!) and an array of freshly coiffed ladies (thanks, Remington!) getting their dance, squeal & drink on – all while getting the ever popular crotch grab picture. While most of the night bordered on a Willy Wonka esque display of debauchery & abdominal sexual harassment suit, guests walked away to their normal lives with swag bags galore! Nail polish from CND, gift certs from Completely Bare, hangover curing eye creams from Elizabeth Grant, pop-tastic treats from popchips, hair-care tools from Remington‘s Pearl Ceramic Collection, sheer undies from American Apparel, FRS energy dranks for the AM, stain-remover kits from Madame Paulette, and of course, swallow & suck mints, for post-party makeouts from eatwhatever mints.