The Saturday Night Bachelor Party

Dan Garcia had his bachelor party last night! 16 guys, a giant SUV limo, and all the drinks we could fit in our stomachs. Now if that isn't a recipe for trouble, well then add all the porno we looked at - that should do it.

I didn't go out for a few days, in preparation for this thing. And, I'm glad because I would've had one of those 'rolling hangovers' that gets a little bit worse each succesive morning. There's that old addage about whether or not to have beer before liquor, but there should definitely be one about beer and liquor at the same time (while in a moving limo).

Also, I think there's some bachelor party rule about not being able to tell what we did that night, so I'll have to keep this post brief - and mostly without fun pictures.

Dan (or Danger, as we like to call him at work), started off the evening in the limo by sitting with the window down and telling people outside, in a nice respectful tone, "I'm having a bachelor party." Of course, they saw the giant obscene limosine from 3 blocks away and could easily tell on their own. A few hours, and many drinks later, Dan was hanging out of the window and screaming, "Show me your titties! It's my bachelor party! Show 'em to me!"

Did they? I'm not supposed to tell. But what he didn't see on the streets of downtown Portland, was more than made-up-for at the strip club later.

Oops! I probably wasn't supposed to say that.