The Gentlewoman’s Guide to the Perfect Brooklyn Bachelorette Party
Hair of the Dog: Coney Island
By this point, everyone who’s still standing maybe needs to decompress a little. And I would hope, anyway, that you went nuts and spent all your money at the clurb just now. So head a little further south, grab some Utz and beers at the nearest deli, and chill out on the beach for a while. Cheap and relaxing, sure, but also, is there any better way to contemplate love, the future, and the state of your worldly obligations than staring at the ocean with your feet in the sand? Truly, there is not.