An Emasculating Bachelor Party?

One of my best friends from my high school days is getting married at the end of July. His bachelor party was moved to this weekend to space it out further from the actual wedding, easing the bride's fears that I would somehow ensnare her mate in a scandalous international incident and wind up in a Mexican prison. Perhaps she thinks that if she lets him have one now, that there is still a 3 week litigation window, leaving some chance he could make it out in time for the big day. I still get the picture that she doesn't place a whole lot of trust in me, as she has banned him from letting me plan the party.

Instead his Dad has planned the weekend getaway. Which while this guarantees no major debauchery, it also means that the groom's cell phone is being turned off for the weekend, lest he be placed in time-out. Still, I look forward to our male-bonding exodus to the casinos of Kansas City in the comfort of a gas guzzling SUV. I need this 36 hour excuse to behave badly.

PS. While there are no strippers, it is still entirely possible that I can coerce a slot-machine addicted senior citizen to give the groom a lapdance for a handful of coin. Now that's hot...




Laaaaaaaaaaaaaap Dance!

The Rumours of My Death are Greatly Exagerrated II

Some significant stuff has happened since the last post, which means bullety goodness:

• Got back from my business trip to San Fransisco. Should have my photos uploaded to my Flickr account before too long.
• Moved in with my brother to a bigger townhouse
• Bought a new DLP HDTV so I can get freaked out by Jay Leno in HD (his hands are a completely different shade than his face.... so muuuuuuch maaaakeup)
• I'm starting to get to where I'm recording my guitar noodlings a little. I'm starting to get somewhat capable at finger picking, which might be fun for a sort of protest song.
• I bought a bar from Overstock, it gives me more excuses to quote Deadwood while I drink