Bachelor Party/Vacation

Off to San Juan (Puerto Rico. Hooohhhh!) this weekend for a bachelor party. Everyone who's not going and the bride's mother think we're all going to act like a bunch of wild hyenas, but they have no idea what they're talking about. This isn't how this stuff works. Not anymore. Save that stuff for Zach Galifianakis and the movies: for has-beens like us, these things have gotten progressively tamer and tamer as we've packed on the age. After the first few drinks, it's nap time. Or a quick call to the wife or the girlfriend. Maybe even check some work emails.

Sad? Maybe. Reality? Absolutely.

There's also another reality: the healing factor just isn't working like it once used to. At this stage of our lives, we all need one like Wolverine (or some other mutant who refuses to perish) in in order to go on a no holds-barred bender. You know, strong and potent enough to grow back an arm while allowing us to suck down some shots with no after-effects. Unfortunately, our healing factors now can't even replace a receding hairline.

The purpose of this trip is to kick back, get away from the tri-state weather (and Giants' fans), and celebrate "the beginning of the end" for a good ol' pal who is weeks away from saying "I do."

Before heading off, I'd like to leave you with this video of DJ Cat doin' dubstep. Don't ever say I don't love you guys. To be honest, I didn't want to laugh at another cat video on youtube. I'm sick of'em.

But damn it, I did.



Regardless, talk to you guys next week.

Wish you were here.