I’m not going to write a blog post today.
There are more pressing things at hand. Like driving through the desert to a neon-lit oasis where gambling is permitted, alcohol flows like wine and where the beautiful women instinctively flock like the salmon of Capistrano.
I am embarking on what will likely the last bachelor party I’ll ever attend. One of my last single buddies is getting married, so my merry band of idiot friends and I are once again on our way to Vegas.
A few months ago, I asked the groom if there were any plans for a bachelor party. I was aghast when he said there were none and offered to help plan it. (I was made for organizing stuff like this—especially Vegas.) Now after a couple of months of internet research, phone calls, confirmation numbers, dinner reservations and emails, it’s finally here.
I used to go to Vegas every six to nine months.
It’s been three years since I was last there.
I absolutely love Vegas.
I love my buddy.
I can’t wait to celebrate.
And this is why there will be no blog post today.
9 comments:
Have fun!
Yee-Hah! I expect tipsy-tweets to follow. Don't disappoint me, dude. ;)
Pictures are good, too. Pics of the aforementioned beautiful ladies are nice. But ones of you and your Buds are better. If you can find a way to combine the two (and not do anything that will get you in trouble with WonderWife!) - I will be very impressed. ;P
I've never been to Vegas.
I want to go. Some day.
Lady Mama...Thanks!
Zen...Hope I didn't. You know where I stand on pictures.
Whispering...Oh, you have to go. It's so much fun!!!
Is this the sequal to The Hangover?
Have a great time!
James...The woman checking us into our hotel asked if the bachelor's fiance was nervous. We asked about what? She said because we were in Vegas like that movie "The Hangover". Really?
James...The woman checking us into our hotel asked if the bachelor's fiance was nervous. We asked about what? She said because we were in Vegas like that movie "The Hangover". Really?
I shoulda been there ... dammit.
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