My friend is getting married on Saturday. Tonight was his "bachelor party". He originally wanted to go see X-Men and call it a night but we weren't having it. We finally convinced him to have a night on the town and have some fun.
So we went out to a little dive, got some food (2-4-1 wings) drank some beer and watched Boston beat The 'Couve's ass. Went downtown, started hittin the heavy booze and having fun. By 1am we decide to hit the strip clubs. Me and a friend walk in, order a round of drinks for us and wait for the married man and the other guys. 5 minutes goes by. 10 minutes goes by. 2 lapdances go by and were wondering where the fuck the man of the hour is?!? I go back outside, and the married man and his buddy are outside the strip club waiting for us. Just sitting there. On the sidewalk. WTF!?!?! I tell him we got booze waitin for him and dances are on us. He's acting all bashful sayig he doesn't do strip clubs. His fiancé wouldn't approve. WTF is that?!? He couldn't have told us he didn't want to go? I'm all for letting him choose the details of the night, but letting us walk in, order drinks and get dances while he sits on the curb is fucking gay. Way to make us feel like a piece of shit!!!
So we left and managed to get a last call at some shithole bar with nobody in it, not to mention no tits, no ass, no heels, no stockings, no nothing.
Ugh. [/rant]
Anybody got any good bachelor party stories to share? Or if you have a story that beats my night in the gay category, share that too. I'll be browsing the site jerking off. fml
So we went out to a little dive, got some food (2-4-1 wings) drank some beer and watched Boston beat The 'Couve's ass. Went downtown, started hittin the heavy booze and having fun. By 1am we decide to hit the strip clubs. Me and a friend walk in, order a round of drinks for us and wait for the married man and the other guys. 5 minutes goes by. 10 minutes goes by. 2 lapdances go by and were wondering where the fuck the man of the hour is?!? I go back outside, and the married man and his buddy are outside the strip club waiting for us. Just sitting there. On the sidewalk. WTF!?!?! I tell him we got booze waitin for him and dances are on us. He's acting all bashful sayig he doesn't do strip clubs. His fiancé wouldn't approve. WTF is that?!? He couldn't have told us he didn't want to go? I'm all for letting him choose the details of the night, but letting us walk in, order drinks and get dances while he sits on the curb is fucking gay. Way to make us feel like a piece of shit!!!
So we left and managed to get a last call at some shithole bar with nobody in it, not to mention no tits, no ass, no heels, no stockings, no nothing.
Ugh. [/rant]
Anybody got any good bachelor party stories to share? Or if you have a story that beats my night in the gay category, share that too. I'll be browsing the site jerking off. fml