I’m still recovering from last weekend. My best man Josh planned a ridiculously smashing Labor Day weekend for my side of th wedding party and a few friends. We all met up in Athens on Friday night, got settled in Josh & Cheryl’s house, then went out to eat and drink and watch the Braves suck. We got pretty well drunk at the restaurant, but Josh had the amazing idea of heading downtown. We all carted down in Andy’s truck — myself, Josh the driver, Andy, Jarred, Kirk and Buzz. Mitch stayed behind (vag) due to burrito sickness. Or something.
Anyway, downtown was packed as usual on gameday weekends, but still doable. We hit a few bars, All Good, JR’s for a quick shot, Winery and then Chapel. Or that’s all I remember anyway. At some point I did my usual drunken ritual of making fun of random people on the street. Some chubby Asian guy was whining about something on the sidewalk, and I slurred “crazy freshman,” to which he replied, very insulted “I’m a JUNIOR!” I guess he won that battle. I also high-fived some angry fellow who was gesturing after his angry girlfriend, not at all looking for any sort of high-five. Kirk reminded me later that he yelled after me “who the fuck is this guy?” like some sort of Italian. Ho! Speaking of Italian, we were travelling to a bar when Jarred said something to a girl waiting to cross the street. She replied in Italian “grazie,” which set Jarred off, since he’s decently versed in Italian. I think she just stared at him like he was some Asian junior.
At some point between arriving back home that night and going to bed, I blacked out. During the blackout I did speak to my fiancee, so I hope I behaved myself. Honey?
Saturday was a fun filled day of eating, drinking, tailgating and game-watching, followed by the most packed downtown I’ve seen in awhile. Due to the volume of college bodies we could barely get in a bar to get drinks, much less get drunk. Of course we didn’t get down until around 11:45, and Athens bars close at 2 a.m., which sucks. Josh made the night by convincing to girls to make out (with rigorous tongue movement, I might add) for all of us and the bar to see. No matter how the day went, the Dawgs won, and we watched Michigan get stomped by App State. The house is truly upside down.
Sunday was more of a chill day. Steaks were bought and we grilled at the house. Josh is the Grill Master; I’ve met no equal to his skills. We stuffed ourselves with dead cow and corn and then watched the Braves lose. Again. We pretty much laid around all day until it was time to get ready for night #3. We all got ready and went off to Dave and Buster’s, which is this huge arcade with a bar in the middle. We ate, drank and played ourselves stupid on video games. Also we “found” two buckets of tickets laying around the place, so we quietly added those to our pile of spoils. Gotta get that huge stuffed animal, y’know? While eating at the bar, I was giving the bartender a tough time by asking her to turn the TV’s to ESPN 8: The Ocho, but she was convinced they didn’t subscribe to that version. And thanks to some of Jarred’s antics earlier, when she tried to get us to take some shots, I asked if she had a shot called “Fisting.” It was a unique night to say the least.
Monday Josh, Mitch and I played a tough 9 holes at the UGA golf course. Tough mostly because we suck hard. Like menstrual cramps hard. At least Mitch doesn’t slice the drive every damn time. But hell it was enough for me to have my buddies there, joking around and doing donuts in golf carts. Monday was a great end to a great weekend. As usual, I didn’t want to leave Athens. I miss that place and the friends I had there.
My deepest thanks to Josh for planning and paying, and I greatly appreciate everyone driving a decent distance to see me off to my certain doom.
So I survived my bachelor party with no incidents. Some of you might ask, why no strippers? I just think thats a stupid cliche and usually garners stupid results. I prefer to just have a great time with all my man friends while consuming as much alcohol as possible. Call me crazy. Plus my friends give way better lapdances.
