We just had a lingerie shower with cocktails (and a penis-shaped cake...) and then went bar hopping. It was a lot of fun.

Yes, Lynchburg is quite the shitty town. I'm dying to get out.

I suggested lingerie shower, but she said (and I quote), "I think most of my friends would rather chew on a sweaty sock than buy underwear for someone else."

Now, I'd like to note I wasn't thinking we'd all make treks to Sears' unmentionables department. I was picturing more then lingerie shower I went to last summer (the one where I gave the bride 8 inch light-up lucite heels. She also got a whip, and some other great items I don't remember - basically, anything to horrify her. Except her mom, who sent a robe.)

through a local metaphysical book store. They have visiting readers every weekend. I liked her and asked if she did things like this.