Ok, it's almost noon Monday, you've had time to recover......let's hear all the details and pics if ya got 'em!!!!!!

 

Oh hell yea. Good topic. Tell us about all the fun we didn't have.

 

maybe he's still passed out

or they ended up in Tijuana

 

He's in Jail

 

Wasn't he gonna be on vacation this week? He might be taking a vacation from us too.

 

I think either one of those is a distinct possibility! Guess we'll have to play the waiting game......

 

**Drumming Fingers**, **Tapping Foot**, **Whistling and Looking at the clock with disapproval**

 

Alright alright!! Party was great. Was still incapacitated Sunday and stared at my monitor sleeping with my eyes open today.

Everybody showed up except for one jackarse, but his absence didn't break anyone's heart since he's a loser and was a courtesy invite. So let the phun begin.

7 cases of beer, 18 guys & a limo bus off to the ballpark. The suite was great, and none of us got a single drop of water on us as it drizzled & downpoured for 15 minutes in the 6th inning. We yelled at hot chicks and the other peasants below... outside the suite we spot this hottie with mammouth hootie-cans in a tight orange t-shirt. Well, the guys prodded me to attempt to seduce her with money and get her on the bus. Since I had $2500+ in my back pocket (admission fees for party) I figured what the hell. We are above on the suite catwalk thing, and she begins to walk towards us... as she gets closer I read "orange delight" on her shirt. I promptly yell it out catching her attention. Apparently the sight of myself with a dopey grin on my face and 6 other horny guys wasn't her cup 'o tea. I got the 'evil eye' before she disappeared. Bummer. I was mocked for 10 minutes thereafter.

Onto whirley ball... well, we stuffed the leftover food/drink in every pocket and left he park. A leftover hot dog was stuffed into the mouth of the traditional rubber doll and then stuffed out the window so others in traffic could enjoy. At this point the buzz is strong with everyone... we arrive at the wb place and the hacking, slashing, and trash talk begins. Everyone dug the game and fun was had by all. Every attempt to smuggle in beer from the bus failed. Oh well.

The ride home resulted in a little tiff with some moron & his girl in an Escort. Not sure why it started, but next thing I know the driver is talking smack... everyone on the bus starts yelling out the window. Good times. The next light the guy is still talking trash. Driver wouldn't open the door so myself and the future groom could pummel the guy senseless (prolly good he didn't open the doors).

More drinking ensued at my place, frozen steaks thrown in my hot tub, about 2lbs off chips & peanuts on my floor, 80 slices of pizza consumed in under 30 minutes, one count of trespassing (no arrest or authorities involed) and way do may drunken "you my boy" and "I love you man" ramblings by the groom to even begin to count.

A long day and great fun. Thank god this only happens once. The only thing that could have been better was the hootie-cans... *sigh*

 

Spend all the money you want but without Hootie Cans you've got nothin'

 

Sounds like everyone had fun......got any pics???????

 

No way did anyone document the evening... think we have one pic before we left my place for the game. Just with the groom and his blow-up doll. That's it. The way it should be... all memories and stories with no documentation!

 

That's what I kinda figured. That's cool, glad you all had fun!

 

Yeah, the last thing I needed is a pic of me with a blow-up doll with me in my whirley-ball cart surfacing on the internet...

 

Wow, that owns. I feel liks such a loser now. My good friend just got married and his b-party sucked. Heres why. He live half way across the country, and I don't see him to much, but I flew out with my best friend to go to the wedding. The groom is real religous guy, real goody-goody boy, so he doesn't drink or do any of the such. Needless to say we tried to plan a party for him, but he wouldnt have any of it. We ended up going to resturant and then back to his place for a night of prayer. I didnt say anything cause, you know it was his night and all, also I feel asleep on the couch. Im gald I was there for his wedding, but I hope mine is a little...different.

31C

 

I remember a lame-o party once... I found out I was the best man the day of the REHERSAL DINNER. Yeah, that was nice. Me and this other guy assume the other one was the best man and the groom didn't realize he didn't tell me. Opps. So his b-party was a few beers at my place after the rehersal. We were all to tired after work and the dinner to do anything. d'oh!