*Hot bachelorette parties are like my Game 7, although Richmond isn't known for "Hot" bachelorette parties, they're more like obese, thank god that girl has been taken out of the singles pool, bachelorette parties.
My best buddy and I are planning on spending Saturday at the bars, drinking. Big fucking deal right? But wait, this is different. Usually we don't plan our drinking escapades. We just meet at a bar for one or two beers, then the next thing you know, we're inexplicably naked, playing quarters, with two twenty year old waitresses, on a Tuesday, at 8 PM. What makes this different is the fact that we've done nothing but talk about how crazy Saturday will be, which means it won't be crazy, it'll be a drunken bloody trainwreck (my favorite word) of the first order.
It's like a perfect storm of bars (Hooters being the first stop...I know how sad this is), drinking, women, gambling (Belmont Stakes, Go Casino Drive!), and the potential and inevitable trouble (the good kind of trouble) that my buddy and I tend to cause. We've already warned our local neighborhood bar of our plan because they'll probably have to bear the brunt of our antics at some point during the night.
I've put out the word to my harem of underage girls and drinking buddies, and a cleansing diet has begun, effective from now until noon on Saturday in order to prepare my body for the invasion of booze and bar food. Now..... we wait.
(PS: A beer's on me if you decide to make the trek to Hooters(1 PM). Not telling which one, but if you read my blog, you can easily figure it out. You can also identify me by closing your eyes and listening for extremely inappropiate comments at a high volume.)
(PS II: I'm not sure why I put the bachelorette party photo and caption up top. Wishful thinking I suppose.)