This past weekend was quite an adventurous one. D.J. went to Vegas for the weekend for another of our long list of friends’ bachelor parties. Why does Vegas seem to be so popular with the guys; especially a group of married or almost married guys? I think there was 1 single guy out of the 12 that went. After hearing an earful of stories about the mischief they got themselves into, I think my favorite part was a quote from the 1 single guy. Let me set it up with a little ambiance:
One evening, post-dinner, at a base-pounding, moderately-lit club well-suited for finding a good time, the single guy stood at the end of the bar and was approached by a semi-attractive lady.
“Hey, what’s your name?” The lady asked as she approached.
“I don’t have any money.” The single guy replied and then turned and walked away.
I know what you’re thinking and no, she wasn’t a hooker (well, at least that they could tell. She was with a larger group of ladies). I can’t say I completely blame him for his abruptness. Vegas is an expensive city and I’ve definitely exploited young, attractive men for a couple cocktails myself. What hard, working woman hasn’t? But what’s the point in going all the way to Vegas if you’re not even going to converse with some crazies looking for a good time for the weekend.
My weekend wasn’t quite as eventful, but definitely interesting. After spending Friday afternoon in the parking lot at Kauffman stadium and not bothering to enter into the game, a group of us left and ended up at a karaoke bar. A few too many cocktails later, I ended up home, too full of beer to even think about drinking any more, yet not quite too full to fit my 2nd hamburger for the evening. I woke up Saturday wishing I’d put nothing into my stomach and not wanting to leave the couch. I’m getting to old for this.
D.J. came home on Sunday and we ending our weekend with the last game of our softball league and a little after-victory pizza party in the parking lot. Good times all around.
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