So, it was a half-assed sort of bachelor party.
I've been in a few weddings, and the thing is, bachelor parties are off the hook these days. Movies always just have guys go to a strip club or whatever, but nowadays people are getting creative, going on paintballing excursions, hunting trips, indoor skydiving, you know… crazy, awesome, memorable shit.
This was not that. This was not even going to a strip club.
This was going to some bars and getting drunk. I'd flown in from out of town for this, and I was in Chicago – one of the coolest, craziest cities in the world – and I was drinking beers with the fellas, something I could have done for a lot cheaper back home.
The one upside was that one dude in our group had the hookup at this club we were at – friends with the DJ or something – and so we were drinking for free.
It was a decent club, too, I'll say that – expensive, and kinda full of douchebags (we were near Wrigley, the douchebag capitol of Chicago), but it also had good music, cute bartenders, and loads of college-age folks on the dance floor.