Bye Bye Bachelor

For those that know me or have followed this blog since day one, I've been happily married for three years now and the next in line to tie the knot from my family is my brother. Tradition dictates that all grooms should at least enjoy their last moments as single men. Since my brother is getting married this coming Saturday, this past weekend he had his bachelor party.

He and my youngest sibling rounded up their closest friends, purchased all the alcohol they could possibly need, and employed the service of a couple of strippers to entertain the bunch later in the evening. I was invited and brought a good friend of mine to join the ride. My little brother told me the party would start around 9 pm...

10 pm: After waiting for everyone's to join the caravan, we finally get to the house where the party would be at. The strippers would arrive at 11 pm...

11 pm: Loud music and hard liquor aplenty, but no strippers yet. They should be arriving at midnight...

Midnight: No girls in sight, but a few of the guys were already tipsy. What do you get when you mix beer and tequila with horny guys? The result of this chemical reaction soon...

1 am: A hint of anxiety is in the air (as well as the smell of booze) when the strippers are yet to appear. At this point, my friend and I call it quits, bid farewell to my brothers, and head back home.

The next day, I called my siblings up to see what happened after we left. The girls finally got there at 3 am! They then began to describe how they were entertained: broken shirts and underwear, belt whippping, and ice thrown down the jeans. At that point I was glad to have left early. It seemed more like they released a pack of wild animals in the party.

The important thing is they had fun... in a weird, masochistic soft of way.