It Was Just Like the Movie...well, not really

No, we didn't rent out a suite and throw a big-ass party with prostitutes, pimps, and an archenemy trying to ruin the impending marriage, but it was close. Well, not really. By and large, the bachelor party went off without a hitch and we even hit both John Barleycorns. I hate the scene and wanted to hold on to my cash, but for a special occassion such as this, we were a-okay. Hmmmm...here are the lessons:
- Jim is still on 'Jim time.'
- The bar across the street from the baseball field tries to turn into a club after the game, all the ladies showed up...and for some reason I thought it was a good idea to leave.
- Walking around with twelve drunk guys in a city where public urination is frowned upon can get tough at times. Luckily the gas station clerk didn't seem to mind that we didn't buy anything.
- The windy roof still made for a decent break for a pizza dinner....unfortunately, we didn't need to buy three twelve-packs. My 'fridge is stocked with about 20 from that mess.
- Groom was totally excited to go to the gentleman's club as early as possible.
- We showed up at the place too early, all of the employee's were snakes.
- The millionaire dancer with the glasses forced about six dances on our group. The Groom twice...uh...and I still don't know if anyone paid for that last one.
- We were there for less than an hour and people blew a lot of money.
- The groom wanted to see dancing college aged girls...then he got tired.
- The marathon finished at 1:30, but me and jim still made it out for another drink...the post 2 am bartime messed with Jim's head.
- A good time was had by all.

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