My sister's wedding is coming up this spring which means a bachelor party for her fiancé Matt. Sterling organized things and we ended up getting a house in N Topsoil Beach. Scott, Mark, and myself drove down after work on Friday with a large cooler of beer. On the way we found Gruntz Express which promised "All ratings". Not something you can pass up on your way to a bachelor party. We found some playing cards to keep us entertained for the weekend and a blow-up doll for Matt. Mini Mi Mi was cheaper than Sarah Palin so Matt would have to settle for the midget.
Upon arrival after dark most of the crew was there and feeling good. Matt and Eric and a good buzz after starting early. The chef in the group had cooked some baked zita which was pretty good. Everyone got to know each other over drinks and games. We had a great beer pong table in the main room. Someone decreed that all must drink a (half) yard of ale before the weekend is over. Before long we got a taxi to Cherry's which is one of the fine erotic female dancing establishments serving the local Marine base.
We got there a bit early, not that it got crowded, and had most of the place to ourselves. The ladies weren't all that bad for being in the middle of nowhere. There was some puking in the bathroom, strippers yelling from the stage for lack of payout, and of course the bachelor getting spanked and beat down in front of the whole club by all the dancers. It was a night to remember if possible.
The next day I woke up on the couch with the furniture moved around the room and large air mattresses deployed. I checked out the back tidal lake and the beach out front before most people woke. Breakfast was served and we took stock of who was standing and who was hurting. Matt seemed to be the one suffering the most rightfully so.
It was only about 50 degrees outside but some of the guys felt the need to start the summer party and went shirtless. Sacks were tossed while drinking beers and listening to tunes. The (half) yard of ale made a few more rounds. Once everyone was awake and drinking again the 40 oz'ers came out. We all posed wiger style. Nothing like malt liquor outside in the spring on the beach. The group even walked across the street and hung out on the beach for a few minutes. Only the occasional walker or runner was seen. Mark let the kite out all the way and tied it off to the pier in the backyard. We watched it fly in the front of the house and would check on it on occasion.
After the crazy previous night and a day of drinking Saturday night seemed to be an anti-climax. More games were played and beer was drank at the house. The nude playing cards and blow up doll got their share of fun. Some moonshine made an appearance. I passed out on the couch again but after my evening nap I was one of the last people up this time.
We had to be out on Sunday by 10:00. I was impressed that all the hungover guys were standing and the place was clean by the deadline. This included such things as the kite which was in the neighbor's fenced in yard. I think we were the last in the neighborhood to wake up that day and notice the kite string going over one house and two condo buildings before stretching across to our backyard. Somehow we all forgot about the kite. Mark wasn't feeling too good Sunday morning and I got to drive the boat home.
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