I absolutely refused to make the bride-to-be, Jenn, wear anything purchased at the Adult Superstore. As part of my maid-of-honor duties, I opted for a classier “little black dress” theme Saturday night. Our VIP sky box at Rain afforded us a perfecto view of Paul Oakenfold behind the decks, as well as the services of an on-point security host to keep male party-crashers away from our vodka. But inevitably, Jenn acquired a raunchy balloon hat, and the Kodak moments ensued. Takeaway lesson: When booze is involved, the bridal party will always get raunchy, despite all precautions. I’ll have to remember this when I attend another bachelorette party Thursday night.