How a bunch of male strippers invented the bachelorette party
It's about 10 p.m. on a Saturday in a bar in Jersey City, and some dude has just noticed our small clique of 20-something girls. Admittedly, we’re kinda hard to miss: all of us are wearing matching navy tank tops reading, "Team Bride," except for our friend Kasey, who's got on a special white tank and a matching mini veil straight from the racks of Party City.