Just kidding.

There is also a wedding gown. And…wait for it…a bridesmaid dress, too! Hahahaha, suckers. You thought all those challenges were done and you were free, but those crazy cats at Bravo had to put you through the ringer one last time.

But I am getting ahead of myself. How can I not talk about Tim’s home visits?! He watches Korto drum in Arkansas, takes a bike ride with Leanne in Portland (and wears a helmet, which pretty much makes up for the entire season), does nothing with Kenley cuz she has no friends or family, and hangs out with the Jerrel crew. It was all very exciting and touching and blah, blah, blah.

And then the designers reunite in NYC. I don’t know about you, but I couldn’t wait for some serious daggers to be thrown around the room now that Kenley watched the show and got to see what everyone said about her (mainly: she sucks at life), but there were none. NONE. In fact, instead of beating people up, Kenley served everyone champagne.

Lame.

Also lame? Bridesmaids dresses. They are always ugly, unflattering messes that oftentimes come in some atrocious pastel colored satin that somehow costs $300 and gets thrown in the back of your closet once the night is over because you would never be caught dead in that thing again.

Whew. Sorry ’bout that.

Let’s get back to the point. Bridesmaids dresses used to be my worst nightmare (next to shattering yet another iPhone) until Leanne-imal and Kenley proved me wrong with their gorgeous designs. I won’t be getting married anytime soon (most of my men don’t last through breakfast), but I want Kenley’s dress at my wedding. I want it, I want it, I want it! It was so. damn. cute.

Unlike that crap that Jerrel and Korto marched down the runway. And that made me sad. Really sad, because Korto has been my favorite the entire season and OH MY GOD! SHE IS GONNA GET SENT HOME. THAT DRESS LOOKS LIKE POO. PLEASE DON’T SEND HER HOME. I HAVE MONEY RIDING ON THIS.

SHE HAS TO WIN. [Excerpted from my notes from the episode.]

But she doesn’t get sent home; Jerrel’s hot mess of a wedding dress is too much for the judges (and any bride who doesn’t want to look like a pile of dirty garbage on her wedding day) and he is sent packin’. Don’t feel too bad for him, though; he still got to show at Fashion Week (a little TV trick), so I’m sure he’s A-OK.

I’ve seen a lot of drunken injuries in my day. Some are funny; some not so much. You really shouldn’t need to wear hard hats or protective armor to a party, so here’s a brief list of some potentially painful injuries, and how to avoid them.

Injury: Cigarette burns.

Avoid them by: Not drunkenly smoking your cigs all the way through the band; not giving someone with a lit cigarette your hand; not putting the wrong side of your lit cigarette into your mouth.

Injury: First, second, or third degree burns.

Avoid them by: Being conscious of where the bonfire pit is at a keg party on a cool autumn night; not attempting to walk through said pit in an effort to reunite with your friends after peeing in the woods.

Injury: Stitches on your scalp.

Avoid them by: Not jumping up and down on your lofted bed and cracking your head open on the ceiling; not falling out of a lofted bed after sloppy, drunken, sex, and cracking your head open on your f*ck buddy’s desk.

Injury: A shiner the color of an eggplant.

Avoid it by: Not chugging straight Bacardi and proceeding to faceplant your nightstand. These actions may or may not also have a negative effect on the nightstand, which may or may not break apart from the impact of your face.

Injury: Swollen, bruised kneecaps.

Avoid them by: Not attempting to do “the worm,” despite your complete lack of dance ability. Especially on concrete surfaces.

Injury: A cut-up upper lip.

Avoid it by: Not drinking from your beer bottle after all of your friends slammed their beer bottles on yours in an attempt to make the beer foam up and overflow; you never know if they chipped the bottle.

Injury: Sore [insert body part here]

Avoid them by: Not trying impossibly tricky, kinky new things while having sloppy, drunken sex. Sloppy, drunken sex can also sometimes lead to accidental penetration in places that no man has gone before.

Injury: Dislocated knee.

Avoid it by: Not dropping it like its hot with your guy friends at the bar when you already have a history of bad knees that dislocate easily.

Injury: A bruised ego and a crippled reputation.

Avoid it by: Knowing your limits and partying wisely. Once you’ve sobered up, all of the above are pretty embarrassing to have to explain to inquiring minds, and you don’t want people to think that you are the victim of domestic violence.

On a serious note, folks, alcohol-related accidents happen all the time on college campuses across the country. The National Household Survey on Drug Abuse and the Harvard College Alcohol survey reported that between 1998-2001, alcohol-related unintentional injury deaths increased about 6% among the college population, and during that period, over 500,000 students were unintentionally injured because of drinking, with over 600,000 students admitting to being hit or assaulted by another drunk student.

It’s all good to look back at last nights’ antics and laugh it off, but when weekend craziness goes too far, it can have extreme consequences. So keep yourself and your friends safe, designate a DD, and if you’re accident prone before you even crack your first beer, it may be in your best interest to invest in some protective gear.