Bachelor Party

Going to head over to Mike’s place, a friend from Q101. He’s having a bachelor party this tonight, and we’re hopping all over the place. A bus was rented, and it’s some kind of insane hour and a half journey to whatever strip club it is we’re going to. I never understood the attraction, really. I’m not all that crazy about the strip joint, and I’m more interested in getting stupid drunk with a bunch of good folks. Don’t get me wrong here – I’m all for getting aroused by nudity. I’m just not so keen on getting aroused while I’m around a bunch of other guys.

I will sum up for you my two experiences with the "stripping" industry:

1) In Columbus, I went into a strip club with some friends. Mixed company, and my girlfriend was also with us. One of the darkest, dirtiest, most depressing closets of a place I have ever been in. Every place where you could seat yourself looked questionable, and I would rather have paid money to the women on stage to put clothes back on. I felt nothing but sadness inside this place.

2) Another bachelor party, a small group of us in a hotel room. This was before Y2K, and we were having this big talk about what would happen – all the rumors and questions and theories. A knock on the door came and, outside, there was a stripper who was hired by the best man. I remember us all telling her to "hold on." I think we made her wait a while, as we finished up our conversation. heheheh NEEEEEERRRRRRRRRDS :|

The entire hotel thing was just awkward and really uncomfortable. I’m guessing here that the idea is to humiliate or make the groom uncomfortable somehow, in the light of his marriage? Lemme tell ya – in the hotel room, I was the one who felt really embarassed and uncomfortable.

Anyhow… I think the rest of the night should be interesting. We’re hopping over to Caesar’s again, and to another bar after that. Did I mention we’re going to be on bus for a total of, like, 3 hours tonight?

Jebus. Gonna be a long one.