Our Bachelorette Party At Jim’s Glass Studio Was Ruined By The Blatant Regard For Our Safety
Such a buzz kill.
First of all, Jim’s Glass Studio on East 25th was hot as hell inside. I seriously think the owner had the heat cranked up because he wanted to see me and my six bridesmaids sweat. Pervert.
He didn’t even let us take our shoes off. No carpet — just dirty concrete. He said something about “fire safety,” but I think he’s just really cheap. We were all wearing matching custom-colored Louboutin pumps and our feet were killing us.
And I don’t know why Jim was dressed like a slob. He could actually be a decent looking guy if he didn’t wear a thick dirty apron over his stained jeans and burlap-looking shirt. On top of that he was all jittery and sweaty, especially when Kayliegh, my maid-of-honor who took one too many shrooms, kept trying to lick the clamps and tools that were in the cooling barrel. The way he practically screamed “Oh my God, please don’t do that! Those things just held molten glass!” seriously scared her to death and ruined her high.
He kept mentioning that the waiver we signed stated that no alcohol was allowed. There was no way we were going to read that thing. So when Jenny started lining up shots on the kiln, there was no reason to grab them and hand them back so…
