Tuesday, June 21, 2005
Spring Break Weekend Part 2
Another weekend, another bachelor party. It was a crash course in Liver Punishment 101, and we totally aced it! Transportation from house to race track, race track to house, house to bar, bar to bar, and bar to house, was made possible by Jonny Durso, who carted us in a 15-seat passenger van. Somehow, though sober, he was still louder than all of us, and just as happy. Guess he was seduced by the charm of 15 boisterous, drunk guys. Less impressed was the couple we drove out of The Red Lion, and the door guys at 4100 who stopped us on the way in, and said 'we don't take bachelor parties -- too many fights'. But once they got a look at the kinds of guys in front of them, they let us by.... because we're classy, not because we're lame. Der.
On Sunday, a few of us took John to an Angels game, so that the sun could bake the hang overs out. Semi brutal. And the Angels lost. And by the way, Anaheim may be the most generic place on the planet. Never have I seen so much money wasted on chain-store garbage. (The two Hooters I saw from the freeway to the stadium don't count, naturally).
Another weekend, another bachelor party. It was a crash course in Liver Punishment 101, and we totally aced it! Transportation from house to race track, race track to house, house to bar, bar to bar, and bar to house, was made possible by Jonny Durso, who carted us in a 15-seat passenger van. Somehow, though sober, he was still louder than all of us, and just as happy. Guess he was seduced by the charm of 15 boisterous, drunk guys. Less impressed was the couple we drove out of The Red Lion, and the door guys at 4100 who stopped us on the way in, and said 'we don't take bachelor parties -- too many fights'. But once they got a look at the kinds of guys in front of them, they let us by.... because we're classy, not because we're lame. Der.
On Sunday, a few of us took John to an Angels game, so that the sun could bake the hang overs out. Semi brutal. And the Angels lost. And by the way, Anaheim may be the most generic place on the planet. Never have I seen so much money wasted on chain-store garbage. (The two Hooters I saw from the freeway to the stadium don't count, naturally).
