My bro's bachelor party went off reasonably well. My Dad and I got to his (my Brother's) friend's house around 6:30 -- we would've gotten their sooner, but it was in a cul-de-sack an we were givin' slightly incorrect directions. 
They started workin' on the grill, but it was a lost cause. So somebody had to go off to get another one. Meanwhile, everyone just hung out for a while.
Eventually, I went and made myself a Long Island (following the directions on the back) - but used half the amount of Sweet&Sour mix. It was okay, but it was still a bit too sour for my taste.
Somebody - I think it was the younger brother of the guy who picked my drinks on my 21st birthday - made me a Pina Colada w/Banana and a Strawberry. It was pretty good.
He made me another later on, but without the strawberry.
I also tried a Margarita, but it wasn't for me... I think I'm just not fond of sour -- especially the Sweet&Sour mix. I also tried a bit of Jack Daniel's, and promptly spat it into my hand
Not necessarily because of the taste (It wasn't in my mouth long enough), but just because my tongue got an unpleasant burning feeling.
Once the BBQ got underway, there was plenty of food -- chips, dips, Burgers, Dogs, Chicken, Steak. So I don't think anybody went hungry.
The Strippers didn't show up until around 10:30. One of them looked okay -- but she wore make-up that was too obvious for my tastes (I generally go for a more natural look) and you could tell she'd been "Surgically Enhanced" (though not grotesquely so). The other one was more appealing to me -- a little chubbier, but well proportioned (so it wasn't a problem).
Before they started, the strippers mingled a little -- to get more comfortable. Turns out a few of the guys had known the older (made up) one in high school. Also, she had been previously married and wasn't too keen on the idea on marrying again. Thankfully, the main bouncer soon bounced the topic out and helped bring the mood back up.
I sat just off the Living room for the first couple sets. Though I tossed out a couple bucks, just the same. Some of my brother's friends cuffed his hands behind his back for a while. By the third or fourth set, I moved down to join the circle.
It was somewhat annoying when they brought out the Whipped cream and Hershey's syrup -- mostly because I couldn't get a good seat, everyone kept crowding. Of course, it didn't help that the Black lights were activating the Photo-Grey in my glasses and made everything foggy. And, to make matters worse, after I made that discovery, one of the screws came loose on my glasses and I had to get help putting it back in place.
I got a few dances from the girls, thereby getting my first direct contact with boob. The younger (natural) one even licked me just below my lip.
Of course, the most dramatic part was prob'ly when she rubbed back against me with her butt 
. Of course, my brother got a big kick out it too.
Around 2 in the mornin' the girls left, and I thanked them with a couple extra dollars as they went out the door. Over all, I enjoyed the experience. It was definately more fun not being the center of attention (like on my 21st B-day) and I was a little more able to ease myself into the swing of things.
They started workin' on the grill, but it was a lost cause. So somebody had to go off to get another one. Meanwhile, everyone just hung out for a while.
Eventually, I went and made myself a Long Island (following the directions on the back) - but used half the amount of Sweet&Sour mix. It was okay, but it was still a bit too sour for my taste.
Somebody - I think it was the younger brother of the guy who picked my drinks on my 21st birthday - made me a Pina Colada w/Banana and a Strawberry. It was pretty good.
He made me another later on, but without the strawberry.
I also tried a Margarita, but it wasn't for me... I think I'm just not fond of sour -- especially the Sweet&Sour mix. I also tried a bit of Jack Daniel's, and promptly spat it into my hand
Not necessarily because of the taste (It wasn't in my mouth long enough), but just because my tongue got an unpleasant burning feeling.
Once the BBQ got underway, there was plenty of food -- chips, dips, Burgers, Dogs, Chicken, Steak. So I don't think anybody went hungry.
The Strippers didn't show up until around 10:30. One of them looked okay -- but she wore make-up that was too obvious for my tastes (I generally go for a more natural look) and you could tell she'd been "Surgically Enhanced" (though not grotesquely so). The other one was more appealing to me -- a little chubbier, but well proportioned (so it wasn't a problem).
Before they started, the strippers mingled a little -- to get more comfortable. Turns out a few of the guys had known the older (made up) one in high school. Also, she had been previously married and wasn't too keen on the idea on marrying again. Thankfully, the main bouncer soon bounced the topic out and helped bring the mood back up.
I sat just off the Living room for the first couple sets. Though I tossed out a couple bucks, just the same. Some of my brother's friends cuffed his hands behind his back for a while. By the third or fourth set, I moved down to join the circle.
It was somewhat annoying when they brought out the Whipped cream and Hershey's syrup -- mostly because I couldn't get a good seat, everyone kept crowding. Of course, it didn't help that the Black lights were activating the Photo-Grey in my glasses and made everything foggy. And, to make matters worse, after I made that discovery, one of the screws came loose on my glasses and I had to get help putting it back in place.
I got a few dances from the girls, thereby getting my first direct contact with boob. The younger (natural) one even licked me just below my lip.
Of course, the most dramatic part was prob'ly when she rubbed back against me with her butt . Of course, my brother got a big kick out it too.
Around 2 in the mornin' the girls left, and I thanked them with a couple extra dollars as they went out the door. Over all, I enjoyed the experience. It was definately more fun not being the center of attention (like on my 21st B-day) and I was a little more able to ease myself into the swing of things.
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It's kinda hard to get more "boob time" when your role in the universe seems to be perpetual (nice) guy friend.
lol... i wanted to go to a strip club for my bday, but was to broke. it always sounded like fun.