OK.. Here's my acccount of the Bach. party...
It started off great. The boys and I met for dinner at a pretty nice Italian restaurant. We were constantly lauging throughout dinner which was cool because part of the groomsmen had never met the other groomsmen, which is cool because they wil have a great time together at the Wedding.
One of the groomsmen needs to leave because he's in law school and has a MEGA amount of studying to be done.
I was disappointed but understood.
So we hit a bar downtown. We are having a great time there, drinking a playing pool. A couple of more friends show up. It gets even more fun. We're having such a GREAT time.
Then everything falls apart......
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Two groomemen need to cut out because they have a long trip home. I try to get them to one more bar but I can't. One of them actually got off work at 3pm that day and it was 10pm.. and I imagine he was tired and since they are also brothers and live near each other, they wanted to make the trip together. I understood. But I was saddened by them having to get going.
OK.. here's were everything goes down the drain. Uggh!
We hit another bar.. A friend is all of a sudden completely wrecked. I cannot believe it. He's staggering all over the place. He goes up to a girl playing pool with her BF and tells her she needs to adjust her thong.
A huge fight almost starts. One of my other friends diffuses it before it gets bad.
He starts mouthing off to another girl, spills water all over himself, staggers outside and looks completely spaced out.
We put him in a cab and and another friend accompanies him because he's paassed out with his head against the cab window.
Basically, he had to go because I don't think the other guy could have gotten hoime by himself. My friend who was from LI who came in with him was pissed. Although I don't understand what he meant by, 'I really don't know how to get home from here by myself.'
I mean.. it's Penn Station.. that's all you need to know. Anyways....
I was so pissed now...
It's down to just me and my best man.
I see a bachlelorette party going on outside this same bar and I start chatting with the party goers there. I tell them I'm getting married in 2 weeks. I ask where the bride to be is. I want to congratulate her, thinking she might be getting married on the same date as me. I thought it was a nice thing to do.
Well, she's speaking with 2 guys and there being jerks to her and I come up and say HI and she completely flips me off. (Maybe I wasn't the spiky haired steriod-popping jerk she was begging to get a drink from.)
I could wish all bad stuff for her wedding day and marriage.. but I will wish her only this... may she always reap what she has sown.
(I'm a big supporter of always being polite and conducting oneself with decorum.)
So my Best Man and I wind up at a strip club at 11:30pm. We should have been there at 12:30am. By about 2, we were outta there.
Typical strip club stuff. Nothing shocking except for the $9.00 beers. Eeek!
We hit one more bar.. had a pizza.. and home by 3am. So all in all..
It was OK.
