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.