The female bachelor's party

They told me it was their lady's day on the town, the female bachelor's party before the nightmare of the groom starts in earnest, the day he has been fearfully awaiting since the fabled words he mumbled on his knees holding his beloved hands and murmering the death sentence to his days of unlimited alcohol, raucous drinking, fun with girls dressed in Bikini island garments with negotiable morals, the comitment to progeny and work slavery, Adios and goodbey to his income...

Yeah, these ladies were having the time of their lives with yet again another single male chained to their female dresses, bound to the sacred commitments as handed out by the holy church and townhall, the golden ring on madam's finger a testimony to the manacled legs of the groom's surrender to a connubial existence...

Out loud today they sang their song of victory to that endless long line of visitors to the world famous Achterhuis of Anne Frank on the Amsterdam Prinsengracht...