eh, so i had my bachelor party about a month ago. it took a while to get all the pictures organized, but here they are. i’m happy (and surprised) that there’s a decent set of pics, because i don’t remember much picture taking going on.
there were 10 of us in total, a good mix of guys who got along well:
- Chris: who i’ve known since 1st grade
- Paul & Matt: the twins i’ve known since middle school
- Dr Jon: known since college, my bff-if-i-had-one
- Frank: SF party friend since about ’97
- Davestar: met at Stanford grad school around ’99
- Jeff E: another SF friend since about ’00
- Jason: my brother-in-law since ’03
- Jeff R: my cousin-in-law to-be
Oli & Rob should have been there, but it probably wasn’t the best place for folks on the wagon. and my brother Dave, well, Shanghai is a bit far to travel from.
it started Thurs night, with only Frank, Jon, Davestar and Chris in town. the suite at THEhotel at Mandalay Bay was swank. drinks were flowing from the minute our bags were put down around 5p. Davestar was christened IceMan (read: Ice Boy)…little did he know it would be his job all weekend long (to get ice). we hesitated at the fact that it was a non-smoking room for about 3 seconds. had dinner at Rum Jungle, then some gambling…money was lost all around. it was an early, mellow night.
Friday morning, Jason arrived (drove in from LA) with a ton of Costco supplies. booze, snacks, redbull. excellent. mozied on down to the pool for lunch and dropped more money at the poolside tables with bikini-clad dealers. we were already drinking all day, and when Paulie arrived we drank more in the hotel room. Davestar was MIA and finally stumbles back into the room, and he’s tanked. dressed for the night, we head out to Tao, which is apparently the highest grossing restaurant in the US. Chris made some friends while we waited forever for our table. we had crack with our meal. afterwards, we hit Olympic Gardens, and it was good. fast forward a few hours, Matt Henneman arrives, and we end up at Eye Candy (the club in the middle of the Mandalay casino). fat white chicks, group ornpay viewing and the Davestar russian whore incident.
Saturday was all about the sleep, and more sleep. then rally for the last night, and dinner at the excellent and reknowned Nobu at Hard Rock. afterwards, Mr. Edmunds provided the hook up at Penthouse Club – there’s our booth – and it was good. loves were found and lost, wallets emptied. overall, it was the defining moment (ok, maybe 5 hours) of the weekend.
and so it went, my bachelor party.
