Great Weekend
Lately, a lot of my friends have decided to get married. A LOT of them. And while I'm a little bummed that my list of single friends is slowly dwindling, there is one huge upside to this trend:
The bachelor party!
Now most people will usually pick a Friday or Saturday night, get their friends together, do a nice dinner, have some drinks, partake in a little adult entertainment, and finally have another drink or 12. Not my boy Taylor, though.
While each of those elements was certainly present, the group of guys we assembled managed to stretch the festivities out over the course of an entire weekend. One of our friend's parents even gave us unrestricted access to their ocean-front beach house to hold the festivities.
It all started Friday after work, with a little grilling out, some music, and some catching up with several guys I hadn't seen in a while. After eating our fill and enjoying a few choice intoxicating beverages, it was time for the entertainment portion of the evening. I'll leave out the details to protect the innocent, but let's just say it was somewhere in the neighborhood of that scene in Varsity Blues, but nowhere near a Duke lacrosse party. (Come on, you knew I couldn't let that thing pass without commenting)
Saturday brought a chance to sleep late, but no one was awake too long before the Bloody Marys started flowing. Yeah, it was gonna be that kind of day. It also happened to be unbelievably nice for this time of year, so the beach was great. And when the rain eventually rolled through later in the afternoon, CBS's Masters coverage was the perfect way to kill the rest of the day.
Dinner on Saturday was at a waterfront restaurant that served a mean seafood platter, and later the party moved to a great little bar on the beach. They had a great band playing classic rock, and a pretty good crowd overall. There was also a pretty entertaining fight between two frat boy-looking guys. (my inner 13-year-old will never tire of seeing a good impromptu fight).
This morning was pretty rough for everyone, but I think all involved would agree that this was one heluva good weekend. The way every weekend should be, in fact. Actually, no, I take that back...if every weekend was like this one I would be way too broke to afford the inevitable liver transplant.
Congrats, Taylor! Hope you had a great one.
The bachelor party!
Now most people will usually pick a Friday or Saturday night, get their friends together, do a nice dinner, have some drinks, partake in a little adult entertainment, and finally have another drink or 12. Not my boy Taylor, though.
While each of those elements was certainly present, the group of guys we assembled managed to stretch the festivities out over the course of an entire weekend. One of our friend's parents even gave us unrestricted access to their ocean-front beach house to hold the festivities.
It all started Friday after work, with a little grilling out, some music, and some catching up with several guys I hadn't seen in a while. After eating our fill and enjoying a few choice intoxicating beverages, it was time for the entertainment portion of the evening. I'll leave out the details to protect the innocent, but let's just say it was somewhere in the neighborhood of that scene in Varsity Blues, but nowhere near a Duke lacrosse party. (Come on, you knew I couldn't let that thing pass without commenting)
Saturday brought a chance to sleep late, but no one was awake too long before the Bloody Marys started flowing. Yeah, it was gonna be that kind of day. It also happened to be unbelievably nice for this time of year, so the beach was great. And when the rain eventually rolled through later in the afternoon, CBS's Masters coverage was the perfect way to kill the rest of the day.
Dinner on Saturday was at a waterfront restaurant that served a mean seafood platter, and later the party moved to a great little bar on the beach. They had a great band playing classic rock, and a pretty good crowd overall. There was also a pretty entertaining fight between two frat boy-looking guys. (my inner 13-year-old will never tire of seeing a good impromptu fight).
This morning was pretty rough for everyone, but I think all involved would agree that this was one heluva good weekend. The way every weekend should be, in fact. Actually, no, I take that back...if every weekend was like this one I would be way too broke to afford the inevitable liver transplant.
Congrats, Taylor! Hope you had a great one.
posted by jonphiwil @ 8:47 PM
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