One groom....TWO grooms?!?!?!?

Wild times in Baltimore this weekend. My friend and occasional commenter BK and an old friend of his and a college buddy of mine are getting married. To girls, fool, not each other. So they figured, why not have a joint bachelor party? So a joint bachelor party they did have.

Saturday was the showcase day. Kayaking in the morning was highly enjoyable, followed by an afternoon cook-out. Then that evening before we went out, we arranged for some, er, personal consultations for the bachelors. That's right - we had a special PowerPoint presentation on wireless technology solutions that I think was very informative for our grooms. So if anyone saw these two girls outside the house on Saturday, yeah, they were wireless consultants.


The consultants prepare their presentation.

After the presentation, we piled into a rented school bus and drove into the city, which we proceeded to destroy. Seriously, it's been a while since I ripped up a city the way we ripped up the Charm City Saturday night. I think the ground started shaking as we approached, Jurassic Park style. Watching 25 guys pour off of a school bus and into your bar is probably a little discomfiting, especially when one of them has an inflatable love doll taped to his wrist.


Hey, who's that on the left? She looks a little slutty.
Is it cool if I talk to her?

Over the course of the night, I think I broke the record for the number of times a person can say "I love you, man!" in one evening. For the final two to three hours of the evening, every conversation I had went a little something like this:

"Hey, hey get over here! Yeah, you. You see this guy right here? This is the guy, man. This is the fuckin guy. I love this guy. Seriously. Hey, man, if someone's ever givin you a hard time, and you want to have them killed? You let me know. I'll take care of them for you, man. I got your fuckin back. This is the fuckin what hey guy I spilled my what was I talkin yeah, fuckin, yeah, man. This guy right here..." and so on. I'm afraid the rest of the night degenerated even worse, but luckily I don't remember half of it. Isn't that cool?


Aren't cell phone cameras a cool invention, dude? Dude?

So yes, great times all around. Thanks to B for some of these pictures. Now it's just a matter of recovering. But it's all good, because I love you guys, man. Fuckin great.

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