As promised, here’s a post on the bachelor party to which I was invited. Not as promised, it’s on Tuesday, not on Sunday.
The bachelor party would have been much more fun had a swarm of horrible germs (who probably caused this incident) not reared their ugly heads. I had no appetite, and I had no interest in drinking. As a friend put it, “You don’t want to be tasting beer and whiskey for the next 3 days if you start throwing up because of that virus.” Sage advice.
So I hung out, watched the ballgame, watched everyone get drunk, watched the amputee, midget stripper perform sexual acts on a tranquilized donkey, and then went out to the club.
The club was kind of fun, because there were about 15 bachlorette parties there, and it seemed as if we were the only bachelor party. The ratio was definitely in the favor of the gentlemen. But, after about an hour at the club, I was starting to feel sick again, so I headed back to the apartment.
All in all it was a good time, and it was interesting to see things with a clear head. I only wish I could have been drinking with my buddies, but if I had, I imagine I would still be throwing up Maker’s Mark today.
