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Cops mistaken for male strippers at bachelorette party

It’s about 10 o’clock on a Saturday night in a bar in Jersey City, and some dude has just noticed our small clique of 20-something girls. Admittedly, we’re kinda hard to miss: all of us are wearing matching navy tank tops reading, “Team Bride,” except for our friend Kasey, who’s got on a special white tank and a matching mini veil straight from the racks of Party City. Clearly, we’re throwing a bachelorette party, except it’s obvious from this man’s disappointed tone as we smile but then return to our drinks (which are nondescript gin and tonics, not flaming pink cocktails) that we’re not living up to the hype.