On my way to Saint Rita’s on Broad Street this past Sunday I was dismayed to find what looked like the remains of a Saint Patrick’s Pub Crawl that went very badly.
I could find nothing in the local news about the incident until later in the week. It turns out it was a bachelorette party that went up in flames. Fortunately nobody was hurt.
Besides, don’t they say that bad bachelorette parties usually mean good luck for the future bride and groom?
No, they don’t.
Nobody seemed to be in a real hurry to haul away this crispy husk. The burned out carcass sat there as a reminder to passers-by and parishioners of the wages of sin and how you may want to vet your limousine service a little more thoroughly before you hand over hundreds of dollars.
Yeah, THAT Is going to leave a mark on the psyche… 🙂
Last of the red hot lovers.