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thechrismyster
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my story…Picture this … 3 days before my wedding, about 10 friends of mine - spearheaded by my morally bankrupt buddy whom i’ve known since we’ve been 5… rent a chaffeured party bus, we head into philly, bar hop on delaware avenue, old city and get dinner at a nice restaurant in Chinatown… beer is flowing… most of the guys are a little tuned up at 9 pm already… then, because most of them are basically pigs who i rarely hang out with and who put on this pathetic bachelor party (ok, the food was great, but their entertainment choice stunk) simply as an excuse to go out to strip clubs in front of their wives… they say “you’re going to some strip clubs” i say OK because i have it all planned…we end up at a strip club in the city…everyone piles off the bus, i’m last out of the bus…(most are already drunk at this point)… i tell them i’m going to the wawa next door to get a cup of coffee.
THEN my plan goes into action… i call my wife (then girlfriend), who has been waiting in a nearby shopping center (spending money at old navy, i might add) comes over, picks me up and we take off outta there like two kids skipping school… we go to Geno’s steaks, walk around penn’s landing (romantic spot on the river) - go ice skating at the rink there then watch a jazz performer at a quaint local bar on South Street…basically have a great time with my bride-to-be… then, about 1:30 in the morning, we drive to the parking lot of another strip club i knew they would head to (with or without me, it didn’t matter a whole lot to these guys), see the bus, my gal kisses me and says goodnight and drives home to her house… i get on the party bus, lay down on the back seat and go to sleep.
it’s now 2am… these guys stagger on the bus, i tell them i came out here to sleep after one to many beers, fake a little sickness… we drive back and we all go our merry ways… I have them all convinced I was there the whole time but they were too drunk to notice… they look at me puzzled, but i think they believe me.
I was the person the bachelor the party was for, and i missed the whole thing.
My WIFE and i still laugh about how i managed to escape my bachelor party.
One of her laughs satisfies my heart more than a milion strippers ever could.
plus i got a free chinese dinner AND a philly cheesesteak.
the way i look at it, if the worst sin on my bachelor party was a bit of festive gluttony… that’s not too shabby.
THEN my plan goes into action… i call my wife (then girlfriend), who has been waiting in a nearby shopping center (spending money at old navy, i might add) comes over, picks me up and we take off outta there like two kids skipping school… we go to Geno’s steaks, walk around penn’s landing (romantic spot on the river) - go ice skating at the rink there then watch a jazz performer at a quaint local bar on South Street…basically have a great time with my bride-to-be… then, about 1:30 in the morning, we drive to the parking lot of another strip club i knew they would head to (with or without me, it didn’t matter a whole lot to these guys), see the bus, my gal kisses me and says goodnight and drives home to her house… i get on the party bus, lay down on the back seat and go to sleep.
it’s now 2am… these guys stagger on the bus, i tell them i came out here to sleep after one to many beers, fake a little sickness… we drive back and we all go our merry ways… I have them all convinced I was there the whole time but they were too drunk to notice… they look at me puzzled, but i think they believe me.
I was the person the bachelor the party was for, and i missed the whole thing.
My WIFE and i still laugh about how i managed to escape my bachelor party.
One of her laughs satisfies my heart more than a milion strippers ever could.
plus i got a free chinese dinner AND a philly cheesesteak.
the way i look at it, if the worst sin on my bachelor party was a bit of festive gluttony… that’s not too shabby.