I swear, if I were to ever find myself in the position of having a shower thrown for me, I would NOT have it set up by my local friends. Because their version of "fun" showers make me run screaming. All that prevents me at theirs is that they are having fun. I did draw the line at the sex toy tupperware thing. Um, no. I have an overactive imagination. I don't need fodder that is going to leave me screaming and fetal. Friends + anything specific to sex does that.

Thanks, sarameg!

If the damn shower weren't parent/family inclusive, I would make it a goddamn Bondage Barbie. Maybe I can get away with tasteful dragee nipples...

See, I didn't peg the Bride as a Bridezilla. But all these kooky, fun ideas are kind of a pain in the ass when they're not presented as an option.

FWIW, the shower I'm planning for a dear friend in July involves a multiculti range of male strippers, porn and lots and lots of pitchers of margaritas. And tequila shots in cute kitty glasses.

The bride loves bizarre-looking kitty-cat art, and the theme of the shower is "Pussy Control."

EDIT: Ok, bachelorette party. But I'll do the more formal shower, too, and it'll be all kinds of fun.

Ok, bachelorette party. But I'll do the more formal shower, too, and it'll be all kinds of fun.

D'oh! I was thinking of bachelorette parties, too.

The favourite shower involved replacing the stock of whips that the bride to be's mother had just tossed out.

Oh, NO! ita, that's too funny!

I threw a formal shower where one of the games was stolen right from B.org...the "What's your porn name?" game. The bride's father came out (he's from out of town, so had to stay, was amazed and delighted at the amount of good food and wine to be had at a bridal shower -- "THAT'S why women have these!")

He solemnly announced, this solid Midwestern dad with the walrus mustache and comfortable paunch, that his porn name was "Fluffy Eagle."

People were PEEING laughing. It was great. He wandered back into the kitchen, smiling, for more cream puffs.

Erin, Barbie cake kit, $20: [link]

One of the things I found amusing in Spain was when I climbed to peak at Monserrat (highest point in Spain! Wooohoo! But I didn't go all the way up) was the utter and complete lack of anything preventative-safety wise. Oh, there was that Peligro! sign. Lying on its side where it had fallen 15 feet down a cliff on the crumbling trail. Pretty much summed up warnings everywhere I went. You do something stupid and get maimed or die? Sucks to be you.

Love this. We skiied at Whistler/Blackcomb years ago and all the crazy cliffs and other death-inducing terrain were marked with tiny little orange frisbees that said "cliff" in small letters. hee hee! As opposed to the American ski resorts with copious fencing and gates and big honking warning signs.

Kat and I were gonna play hooky tomorrow and go skiing/snowboarding, but it seems we've already missed the good post-storm snow window. One local resort says their snow surface "Ranges from machine groomed hard packed powder on the steeper slopes to machine groomed hard pack that develops a thin wet layer for most of the day." Ugh.

See, we don't HAVE $20. That's part of the thing.

Both the Bad Bridesmaids?

Well-paying full-time jobs.

You could come ski here! It's all fluffy and shit. Of course, city, but... I'll bet ther mountains have fluffy pack.

I threw a formal shower where one of the games was stolen right from B.org...the "What's your porn name?" game.

I can never think of a clever porn name. One of my college roommates replied, "Buster Hymen" when we tried thinking of porn names one drunken night. This caused a mental block for me that I can never quite get past.

Can you get the $20 from the Bad Bridesmaids? Otherwise, just use a dollar store doll, and that link for a model.....