Well in other news than just website things, I went to a friends bachelor party on saturday evening. It was Dan’s (Steve’s brother, of my friends out here in b-more). The evening began with meeting up at Jason’s house.

7pm:
Boehm and I arriving, in fact, on time. Jason was still getting back from working photography at a wedding. Sweeny was around and rousing to get ready to head out to the party.

7:30pm:
Jason gets home, we head out with the rental van to pick up everybody who’s coming on the party. (boehm of course is the designated driver. Once we pick up everybody we all head down to Federal Hill in baltimore to the “Thirsty Dog Pub” (arriving around 8:30 i guess). Pretty good place, and good beer. The nights plans are to be here for a while hang out drink beer then head down the street to someplace with cheaper shots, and of course all along the way get Dan as drunk as we can. I, of course, am quite up for this task.

9:30pm
We were getting close to moving from the Thirsty Dog onto a next destination. The suggestion comes out.

Boehm: Lets go to Atlantic City.

Rest of Us: Blank stare at this proposition. We all are thinking it, but we didn’t really know if it was quite the feasible idea. After all boehm is driving right?

Enter 10 minutes later after dan thought of it for a while.

We’re going to AC! after we go talk to some people Dan knew that were in a bar down the street.

10:30pm
low and behold the party heads on the the great New Jersey ocean town of lights, festivities, and hedonism that is Atlantic City.

Midnight (or somewhere around there):
We hit a TGI Fridays along the way for Some beers and shots (in and out in 10 minutes flat). I’d like to call this stop… a “Recharge”.

We get to AC and the party begins … gambling ensues. Dan and Steve win some money the rest of us loose it on slots or something. But who cares about that, it was all in the name of giving our boy Dan a good time, last hurrah of spur of the moment crazyness before he heads off to the life of a married man coming in the next couple of weeks.

8am Sunday:
We get home finally approximately 13 hours after we had left upon this trip very tired but very satisfied that we given Dan a good time to remember for his Bachelor Party.

Sunday:

Sleep… till about 4:30pm, oh it felt so good.

The rest of the day I’ve been doing laundry, screwing with website stuff, and chatting with people online.

Wow what a crazy weekend.