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Wednesday, January 05, 2005

Brian's Bachelor Party

One of the hilights of my Christmas break was BM's bachelor party. BM is one of my good friends from SLU, and while everybody was in town for the holidays, we used the opportunity to celebrate his "last" night of bachelorhood. A brief synopsis of the evening follows, although a lot of the details are pretty hazy for some reason (it will all probably come back to me the next time I get hammered). First of all, I gotta give a shout out to SS (of St. Louis, not SS from law school) for planning the night (even though he is a jackass). The party started in the afternoon at the Rennisance Suites Hotel in downtown St. Louis, where we had three suites, 19 cases of beer, a couple of gallons of Jager (no seriously, these were the biggest bottles of booze I have ever seen) plus plenty of whiskey and champagne. Additionally, since someone let SS touch the remote control, there was plenty of porn on the TV. People kept rolling in as the evening went on, and the thought of pacing themselves never crossed anyone's mind as they all started drinking early and often. Eventually, our party bus got there and we were off. It was all downhill form there, and this is where my memory really starts to falter. I know we went to McGurks, Humphrey's, back to the hotel to recharge the coolers, Morgan Street, and Pepper Lounge. After that, it was back to the hotel (except for the totally sweet people who called their girlfriends to come pick them up...seriously, guys, that was sweetness at its finest.) Upon returning to the hotel, I had the pleasure of helping BM carry a passed out SS up to the room - I'm still kicking myself for not bringing a magic marker with me. Eventually, the "entertainers" showed up, and let me tell you, these girls were totally hot (and by totally hot I mean I was afraid to touch them because I didn't want to get herpes). I think JM probably still has a welt across his arse from where one of the girls whipped him with the Colonel's belt. I think the funniest thing about this part of the evening was how many times I heard the girls say, "hey, be good" to Mr. V while giving him lap dances.

Anyway, that's the night in a nutshell. I hope it is enough for all of you guys who can remember even less than that to make up a story to get you out of trouble with your significant other.

If you want to see pictures, look here.