The Bachelor
I'm confused. A "bachelor" is a single man. Correct? Yet, a "bachelor party" is for the dude that is getting married. Simply put: WTF?
I just snagged this from merriam-webster.com:
Definition of BACHELOR
1: a young knight who follows the banner of another
2: a person who has received what is usually the lowest degree conferred by a 4-year college, university, or professional school; also : the degree itself
3a : an unmarried man
b : a male animal (as a fur seal) without a mate during breeding time
There is no definition for "bachelor party." (And that's probably a good thing.)
Webster's 3a definition soothed my confusion. However, from now on I'm going to tell people that I am an animal without a mate at breeding time.
It's Sunday around 7:00pm and I'm chilling outside on a soft cushioned bench/swing. It's a perfect temperature, though, I imagine it will start to get cold soon when the sun starts t go down.
It has been a pretty epic weekend. But first, I'm going to get chronological.
On Thursday, I played Lena's Open Mic as usual. I went to Saratoga with no money in my wallet (true, I have a checking account and an ATM card, but that's not the point). I was early, so I went up to Broadway and busked for about 20 minutes. A fellow open miker walked by and dropped some change in. A few others dropped some bills. Since it costs three dollars for open mic, I was hoping to make three dollars. I ended up with $2.78. However, as I was packing up, I noticed a quarter on the ground near the curb of the sidewalk. Yup. $3.03.
At open mic, I played an old song of mine called In Your Dreams and Walls by Tom Petty. The group that played before me was called something "creek." I remarked -- after their blue-grassy performance -- that if you hear a band that uses the word "creek" in their name, then it's a given that there will be a banjo player in that band.
On Friday, I met some co-workers out for drinks after work. The casino was suggested and then settled on. We drove out to Turning Stone (I drove after tricking my co-workers into giving me money to do so) and gambled for a few hours. I was doing well on the Craps table for a little bit (I only know some of the rules), but ended up losing it all before we left. I don't feel to bad about it, though, since it was mostly my co-workers' money that I spent.
I woke up in mid-morning on Saturday, packed some stuff, grabbed my golf clubs and met at my friend Jared's place. A whole group of us got together for my friend Justin's bachelor party. It was a beautiful day weather wise and it all started with golf. Some of us have golfed before. Some of us are decent at golf. Some of us played for the first time. And at least one of us (me) used to be pretty good but sucks now. Why golf? I dunno. The guys have picked up the game over the past few years and it just made sense.
After the golf game, we were picked up by a limo and taken to Saratoga. The limo ride was indescribable. Because it was my friend Justin's "going away" party (ha!), we decided to find a way to play beer pong (a favored drinking game of the bachelor) in the limo. And we did. After brain storming ideas, a couple of the guys took milk crates and put holes in them so that cups could be placed in the holes and held securely. We were able to play two games on the way to Saratoga. My team won both games, making us first ever champions of Limo Beer Pong -- an honor I shall boast proudly for the rest of my life!
There was a keg of home-brewed beer in the limo. One of us asked the limo driver if he's ever had a keg of beer in the limo. He said he hadn't. He added that beer pong in the limo was also a first. That's right, folks, we popped the limo's cherry twice. We are so bad-ass and cool.
We were then taken to our hotel in 'Toga where more beer pong was played and drinking in general continued. Things got a little rowdy for a while, but no hotel rooms were injured in ruckus. We ate dinner at the Sushi-Tai Garden on Phila. We were at a table near some middle-aged women, one of which became quite obsessed with us (namely Casey who was wearing a tie, a zip-up tie) and was very, very drunk. Picture taking with us ensued. She then informed the soon-to-be-lost-to-us (ha!) bachelor that her husband had died of a brain tumor and that "he's in the ground now." A w k w a r d ...
We walked to our favorite place in Saratoga, the Parting Glass, and spent the rest of the night there. At some points the bachelorette (at the bachelor's bidding) and her girls joined us an more debauchery ensued. There was the balloon animal that was turned into a penis hat, the odd dancing, the singing along to the jukebox, the passing around of my fedora, and other general ridiculousness. There are also pictures of the bachelor wearing the bachelorette's sash that reads something like "Bachelorette" in pink, shiny letters.
At some point around 2am, we left Parting Glass for another bar? Food? As a group no one seemed to be able to decide. When you have a large group of people together like that, it's hard to mobilize everyone in a cohesive direction. We ended up outside of Esperantos and because many of us were talking about food, I got in line. I had a couple dough-boys and was joined by a few others. However, when we left the restaurant, I found that at least half of us had disappeared.
The rest of us walked back to the hotel. The bachelor and bachelorette were way ahead of us holding hands (awwww) or leaning on each other for support in their clearly inebriated states. Myself and a couple others contested the entire way back that we should stay out at the bars and close 'em down.
Back at the hotel, a few of us hung out together in a joined set of rooms for late night drunken conversations. At some point, I went to bed.
We checked out of the hotel on time and had breakfast (by now it was easily lunch time) at Denny's and then went our separate ways.
I ended up in my backyard sprawled out on the cushion bench/swing and napped for a good two hours. It was one of those weekends were a nap is a necessity. Even as I type, my eyes feel droopy. I imagine that I'll sleep well tonight despite sleeping late this morning and napping a short while ago.
On that note, the sun is going down and it is growing colder outside. I'm going to pack up my stuff (the laptop, book, drink, cushion, etc) and head inside. Maybe I'll read myself to sleep.
I just snagged this from merriam-webster.com:
Definition of BACHELOR
1: a young knight who follows the banner of another
2: a person who has received what is usually the lowest degree conferred by a 4-year college, university, or professional school
3a : an unmarried man
b : a male animal (as a fur seal) without a mate during breeding time
There is no definition for "bachelor party." (And that's probably a good thing.)
Webster's 3a definition soothed my confusion. However, from now on I'm going to tell people that I am an animal without a mate at breeding time.
It's Sunday around 7:00pm and I'm chilling outside on a soft cushioned bench/swing. It's a perfect temperature, though, I imagine it will start to get cold soon when the sun starts t go down.
It has been a pretty epic weekend. But first, I'm going to get chronological.
On Thursday, I played Lena's Open Mic as usual. I went to Saratoga with no money in my wallet (true, I have a checking account and an ATM card, but that's not the point). I was early, so I went up to Broadway and busked for about 20 minutes. A fellow open miker walked by and dropped some change in. A few others dropped some bills. Since it costs three dollars for open mic, I was hoping to make three dollars. I ended up with $2.78. However, as I was packing up, I noticed a quarter on the ground near the curb of the sidewalk. Yup. $3.03.
At open mic, I played an old song of mine called In Your Dreams and Walls by Tom Petty. The group that played before me was called something "creek." I remarked -- after their blue-grassy performance -- that if you hear a band that uses the word "creek" in their name, then it's a given that there will be a banjo player in that band.
On Friday, I met some co-workers out for drinks after work. The casino was suggested and then settled on. We drove out to Turning Stone (I drove after tricking my co-workers into giving me money to do so) and gambled for a few hours. I was doing well on the Craps table for a little bit (I only know some of the rules), but ended up losing it all before we left. I don't feel to bad about it, though, since it was mostly my co-workers' money that I spent.
I woke up in mid-morning on Saturday, packed some stuff, grabbed my golf clubs and met at my friend Jared's place. A whole group of us got together for my friend Justin's bachelor party. It was a beautiful day weather wise and it all started with golf. Some of us have golfed before. Some of us are decent at golf. Some of us played for the first time. And at least one of us (me) used to be pretty good but sucks now. Why golf? I dunno. The guys have picked up the game over the past few years and it just made sense.
After the golf game, we were picked up by a limo and taken to Saratoga. The limo ride was indescribable. Because it was my friend Justin's "going away" party (ha!), we decided to find a way to play beer pong (a favored drinking game of the bachelor) in the limo. And we did. After brain storming ideas, a couple of the guys took milk crates and put holes in them so that cups could be placed in the holes and held securely. We were able to play two games on the way to Saratoga. My team won both games, making us first ever champions of Limo Beer Pong -- an honor I shall boast proudly for the rest of my life!
There was a keg of home-brewed beer in the limo. One of us asked the limo driver if he's ever had a keg of beer in the limo. He said he hadn't. He added that beer pong in the limo was also a first. That's right, folks, we popped the limo's cherry twice. We are so bad-ass and cool.
We were then taken to our hotel in 'Toga where more beer pong was played and drinking in general continued. Things got a little rowdy for a while, but no hotel rooms were injured in ruckus. We ate dinner at the Sushi-Tai Garden on Phila. We were at a table near some middle-aged women, one of which became quite obsessed with us (namely Casey who was wearing a tie, a zip-up tie) and was very, very drunk. Picture taking with us ensued. She then informed the soon-to-be-lost-to-us (ha!) bachelor that her husband had died of a brain tumor and that "he's in the ground now." A w k w a r d ...
We walked to our favorite place in Saratoga, the Parting Glass, and spent the rest of the night there. At some points the bachelorette (at the bachelor's bidding) and her girls joined us an more debauchery ensued. There was the balloon animal that was turned into a penis hat, the odd dancing, the singing along to the jukebox, the passing around of my fedora, and other general ridiculousness. There are also pictures of the bachelor wearing the bachelorette's sash that reads something like "Bachelorette" in pink, shiny letters.
At some point around 2am, we left Parting Glass for another bar? Food? As a group no one seemed to be able to decide. When you have a large group of people together like that, it's hard to mobilize everyone in a cohesive direction. We ended up outside of Esperantos and because many of us were talking about food, I got in line. I had a couple dough-boys and was joined by a few others. However, when we left the restaurant, I found that at least half of us had disappeared.
The rest of us walked back to the hotel. The bachelor and bachelorette were way ahead of us holding hands (awwww) or leaning on each other for support in their clearly inebriated states. Myself and a couple others contested the entire way back that we should stay out at the bars and close 'em down.
Back at the hotel, a few of us hung out together in a joined set of rooms for late night drunken conversations. At some point, I went to bed.
We checked out of the hotel on time and had breakfast (by now it was easily lunch time) at Denny's and then went our separate ways.
I ended up in my backyard sprawled out on the cushion bench/swing and napped for a good two hours. It was one of those weekends were a nap is a necessity. Even as I type, my eyes feel droopy. I imagine that I'll sleep well tonight despite sleeping late this morning and napping a short while ago.
On that note, the sun is going down and it is growing colder outside. I'm going to pack up my stuff (the laptop, book, drink, cushion, etc) and head inside. Maybe I'll read myself to sleep.