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Bachelorized

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Son of a…

I waited too long to blog about my bachelor party. I’m at the point now where I can remember impressions and not actual events. Of course, that might also be because of the booze, but who’s counting.

Let’s see, what comes to mind? Well, it was tremendous – that’s the main thing. I had an awesome group of friends out with me. Pete, Zach, Jimmy, Dom, Nick, Ben, Joe, Mike S., Chad, Tom, Chris, Duff, Rich, Adam, Dave, and Erich. Phenomenal people. And phenomenally phunny people.

We had dinner at Fleming’s which, as always, was incredible. No creamed spinach this time, what with the e.coli and such, but still, one of the top 3 steaks I’ve ever had. Leaving the restaurant, I knew I was already drunk as I couldn’t remember anyone paying. The boys were quite clear that I didn’t have to, but I couldn’t remember *anyone* paying.

Then, it was a great return to one of the great college and early-20’s hangouts – Max’s on Broadway. Beer and shots and one of my goodfornothingbecausetheyshouldknowbetter friends buying me a shot of Jaeger.

Yes, I got it down.

Yes, I did immediately sprint for the bathroom and upchuck one of the top 3 steaks I’ver ever eaten. I think some were impressed when I came back out of the bathroom ready for more. I wasn’t impressed – just proud.

So I drank some more. I puked again; upstairs this time. And I came backk swinging once more.

By this point in the evening, (11? 12?) I was seeing double and everything was blurry which is how we ended up at the strip bar.

The strip bar was fun, I think. I remember laughing alot and getting handed drink after drink after drink. I did see some boobies, but could not tell you anything more than that. By this point, I was well and truly…what’s the medical term…. sloshed.

After a while we left and wandered down to the pretzel dog stand where, well, pretzel dogs were consumed.

Then it was time to go home. And by “home” I mean my cousin’s apartment. He made me drink lots of water and take a B-complex. Amazingly enough, I was a little hungover the next day, but not the oh-my-god-i-hate-everything-and-want-the-sweet-release-of-death that I was expecting.

Anyway, it was a great night. I know I will remember it (fuzzily) for ever.

Wouldn’t want it any other way

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It’s sort of mind-blowing to me to think that in less than a month, I will be a married man.

It’s weird to take those words which have, until now, always been directed outward and at-ward, and turn the arrow around. I will be a husband. I will have a wife.

And the thing is, I’m ready to be married. The concept and/or institution of marriage (with or without a capital M) doesn’t scare me one bit. I have found the person I want to spend the rest of my life with and, like Billy said, [when you find that person] “you want the rest of your life to start right now.”

Which is not to say their aren’t fears. Not of the marriage itself, of course. As Emily put it, “I’m more worried that the day itself goes smoothly than I am about the next 50 years of my life.” I feel the same. No, my fears are the same fears I’ve had all my life. Of the unknown, of the future. But, and here’s the sweetest thing of all, knowing who I’m marrying and the step I’m about to take sort of dulls the sharp edges of those fears. The answers to questions yet unasked are still out there to be found, but I can’t think of a better person to help me, help us, find them.

So, you know, I’ve got that going for me.

It’s all awesome and new and different and mind-boggling all at the same time.

Wouldn’t want it any other way.

So long Vegas! (which, really, is for the best)

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Where have all the Michaels gone, long time paaaasing? Where have all the Michaels gone, long long time agoooo? Where have all the Michaels gone; gone to Vegas every one. When will they ever learn? When will they eeeeever learrrrrrn?

Well, I just flew back from Vegas and boy are my arms tired. And by “arms”, I really mean “liver”. Ha! Feel the comedy, folks, it’s infectious. Or maybe that’s just what I’m telling myself to explain the rash.

Vegas was fun, but Vegas was tiring. I am still tired. Tired right now. Not so much a time-zone thing, although I’m sure that’s part of it. Mostly, I think, it’s a being-fantastically-unkind-to-my-body tired that has me in it’s grips right now.

See? I can’t even really string together a coherent blog entry.

There are so many things I write about too. I’ve got opinions on all of them – the 9/11 5 year anniversary, MD state elections, Katie Couric, Meredith Viera, you name it.

But for now I’ll be slowly letting myself return to normal – a return to days not filled with lots of booze and very rich food at late hours of the night. Days of reasonable bed times. Days without loud music and cocktails in a tropical-themed pool.

I’ll miss them all.

But you, Hulk Hogan, I think I’ll miss you the most.