Vicki is six or seven or eight drunk. Lydia is phone-less. Everyone is wearing light-up hairbows. Basically things are whooped-up. Sadly, Gretchen and Heather are still whooping it down in the limo waiting for someone to inform them where the party went. And with that Gretchen is ready to unleash her wrath of "furry" on Vicki.
We'll have to wait until next week to see how much "furry" is unleashed exactly (and how much of it is unleashed by Mexican strippers). Until then, who would you want to run your bachelorrette party: Vicki, Tamra, or Gretchen? Leave your choice (and reasoning) in the comments.