This past weekend, I had the most fantastic joint bachelor/bachelorette party imaginable. A traditional bachelor party with strippers would have personally been very boring, especially since I am allergic to strippers. It coincidentally happened to intertwine with my 200th visit to Phil’s BBQ. It was the 200th time I tasted those delicious ribs in my mouth, mouth watering, juicy, and awesome. The restaurant even provided me with a wonderful cake for the opportunity.
We rented an AIRBNB in San Diego to hallmark the momentous occasion, providing opportunities for the bachelor and bachelorettes in our parties to mingle and get to know one another prior to the wedding. It was pretty successful, especially noticing how compatible many of our friends were. The freaks (my friends) got along with the normies (Katherine’s friends). Luckily, no jerks were invited to the party.
Some notable activities included of course bowling, ax throwing, and enjoying drinks at the AirBNB. Unfortunately accidents do happen, resulting in one of our friends having to go to the emergency room. It was tragic, but clearly she was overwhelmed by the excitement of it all. It was clearly a bachelor party not for everyone, so if you had mild health concerns it’s best if you stay far far from home.
I learned a lot of things at the bachelor party that were of interest to me, some of which probably shouldn’t be posted on this blog since it is supposed to be PG. Let’s just say – it’s curious how the level of arousal is different for men and women when a love scene comes up in a movie. And let’s just say, it’s interesting how the social hierarchy of Asians has Vietnamese people (and Filipinos) on the lower end of the spectrum.
Of course, now that I am a bachelor I went ahead and got a pixelated tattoo of my favorite Pokemon of all time – Charmander. The tattoo artist was pretty cool, a mixture of Filipino and Irish ancestry. Needless to say this will be my last tattoo ever, since now both my shoulders are filled up to the brim.
Anyway, that was enough fun for one weekend. Can’t wait till the next big party, which will be of course my wedding. As for Phil’s BBQ visits, I imagine I will slow down because there’s really no important number to reach next. Maybe 250 or 300 will be my mid-life crisis, my future children’s graduation, or perhaps even my funeral.
