Bachelor and Bachelorette parties

This may not be what your looking for but a few military friends took out our buddy for his bachelor party the night before he was to be married after knowing the girl for all of 4 weeks. We were all stationed in Phoenix and the night life was great. None of us liked the soon to be new bride so we devised a plan.
Once we got him drunk enough where he couldn't refuse anything we came up with, we put him on a plane to Denver. He made it on the plane OK and then passed out from what we understand. He ended up missing his wedding and needless to say never married the girl. In the end while he was mad at us for what we did, he has spent the past 30 years thanking us because it ended up she wasn't the one for him.
It's amaising what you will do when your in lust with someone.
 
A buddy of mine at Ft.Lewis decided to marry his HighSchool sweetheart, we threw him the best damn bachelor party the 2nd Ranger Battalion had ever seen; four days long, 300 perticipants $4500 in alcohol, $5500 in strippers, $2500 in hotel room rentals which turned into $13000 in damages (never puke in an olympic sized pool... not good) $7500 in airline tickets (on day two, he wanted to go to Mexico, so we went), $1200 in car rentals, $1200 in bail money and 65 Article 15's. It was a blast... he never let us forget how much he enjoyed it. God it was fun. It's still a record noone has even come close to.

J
 
What about YOURS, honey?

Okay, so there we were.... ;)

Our respective parties were on the same night. A bunch of our SCA friends came down to be with us for it, especially since one of them was my maid of honor. There were only three girls for mine and we couldn't go bar hopping because my MOH wasn't 21 yet. Therefore, we started out at a dance club, made fun of the little kids that thought they were doing adult moves when in fact they were mimicking movies, and decided to crash the bachelor party. (We had permission from the best man)

So, we show up at the bachelor party and as we walk in, everyone cheered. Sneeze (the best man, just his nickname) had hired not one but TWO strippers for J and we were all very appreciative. One teensy tiny problem, though: stripper #2 decided that performing for girls as well made her too nervous and she went to the bathroom to cry for the rest of the hour.
Stripper #1 did her best to make it up for us, and did an amazing job. She even loved the GIRLS' idea to make J get up on the bed and be the pole for dancing on. YEAH!

After the strippers left, Sneeze was really cool and took J and I to the Blue Dolphin (anyone from Portland probably knows about it -- on McLoughlin Blvd) to get us each a private lap dance. The girl I picked was amazing. We talked the whole time, it was hilarious, but she smelled SO DAMN GOOD. Seriously. She apparently mixed a few different perfumes, and I wish I could remember what she said they were. One was vanilla, and there was also a hint of clove. *sigh* Anyhow, she was an incredible dancer too, and I know J liked his as well.

Later, we went back to the house of the party and rejoined everyone else, who had not been sitting around while we were gone. A liquor run had been made (another one) and we had some catching up to do.

Later still, everyone fell asleep in what looked to be incredibly uncomfortable positions. Everywhere in the room.

It was a lot of fun. And one of those stories that he can still make me feel mildly guilty about. Until I remember that he had more fun with us there. Cause the GIRLS came up with the good ideas. And the best catcalls. Stripper #1 was amazing too, lots of fun and really enjoyed us girls there.

*sigh* I wish we could do it again.

Ang
 
Hmmmm...vaguely trying to remember something with an on-stage shower, some stripper by the name of Lexie, and a whole lot of suds.

Too many crazed bachelor parties to remember.
 
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