I AM HAPPY TO REPORT THAT I AM ALIVE
the weekend that was highlited on the calendar, months in advanced, is now in the books. all i have to show of it was a bad hang over and a dented bank account.
the moment i was told i was to be best man, was taken over by the thoughts of putting on one of the greatset bachelor parties in the history of bachelor parties. when intitial plans of Las Vegas and Montreal were shot down by the masses, the greatest bachelor party ever was starting to look bleek.
so i thought, "why have a bachelor party when you can have a bachelor weekend?"
our weekend started at 11:30 am on friday. have requested the day off from work weeks in advanced. Wil (groom) arrives at my apt and goes straight for my computer to play cards online. a usual routine when he comes over. after 20 mins of me constantly repeating that we needed to get to Atlantic City before 3 pm. which from my place is about an hour and 45 mins drive. and we still needed to go Old Bridge to pick up buds. we were on our way a few minutes after 12.
after selecting the perfect combination of herb and a quick slice of pizzain O B, we hit the HIGHway.
Wil and I checked into our hotel just before 3. we didnt have much time. we needed to get to the Tropacana. the poker tournament started at 3:15 and we had to be registered and Wil still needed to get the Trop's poker card, which allows you to play in their tourneys.
after swiping my Trop poker card, signing my name, and paying the $120 buy-in, i was entered in the 125 player event and we still had 45 minutes to kill till the tourney started. i would have been content on finding a seat at the lounge and get "into character". Wil had other plans. he just wanted to get right into the shuffle and suggested we sit down at a $1-$2 no limit table. i bit and as fast as i sat down i was getting up when my pair of queens and jack kicker was broke when a hesitant player called my raise on the river and showed a pair of queens with a king kicker.
as a child when having a favorite number matters, i was fond to the number 5. so it was fitting that i take my opening seat in the tourney in seat 10 at table 5. my table was super aggressive. i couldn't get anything to go my way. i made too many bad plays when i was out of position and every time i tried to make a move and steal the blinds i was faced with a re-raise from a player holding a monster hand. all of which lead to my demise of being eliminated in 94 place.
i went over to check on Wil's status. he was looking good with a nice sized stack of chips. i went for a walk and was determined to make up for my bad play. i feel i am a good card player. i have learned a lot yet i have so much more to. i found myself back at the $1-$2 no limit table and was soon out when i played my pocket 5's too aggressive to a guy who looked like Mr Sulu. he pushed me all in and turned over pocket rockets A-A!!!
Wil lasted til 24 place, but well out of the money. we retreated to our room to regroup.
all i wanted was a good meal. not boardwalk grub, in which i settled for cause the Sands, resorts and Taj all close their good spots early. i wouldn't have had the problem of finding a good meal if we were in Vegas. i ate a nasty chicken sandwich outside Trump's Taj.
Wil still had the urge. he sat down at a table in Taj poker room. i was done with cards for the nite. i was down $350 and doubted my game. so i bounced and went to a go go bar.
i walked a few blocks to "Players" which was conviently behind our hotel. as soon as i sat at the bar, Wil called saying he was on his way. " Already???"
the strip club was great! although the lap dance i got was too short and not even close to being worth the $25. but there were plenty of hot chix and most of them were friendly and chatty. a big bonner......ah, bonus.
we spent about 4 hours there and after $100 worth of jack and cokes, i excused myself to go back to the room. Wil was takinga liking to a dancer named 'ginger'. she was mos def a hottie and later revealed that 'ginger' was not her real name. Wil and Jennifer hit it off.
we left AC on our way home Saturday at checkout. leaving with a fastly growing dent in the wallet and leaving behind Wil's cell phone charger.
i needed a nap. a nice recovering nap before the real festivities at 7:00. lucky for me Corrinne was home so we snuggled and i was out cold. i woke up at 5:30 by Corrinne. she was getting dressed to go out. her friends and she were going to NYC.
i got into the shower and cleaned up. put on a sharp outfit made sure i had everything i needed for the nite. stopped at the bank for more money(from a credit card) and got a 30 pack of Coors Lite from the liquor store.
when i got to Wil's house, it wasnt a surprise to see the early arrivals playing cards. they dealt me in before i refused to play. i've seen enuff cards the day before and i really just wanted to greet the guests and chill out on the couch. plus i neede to eat before along nite of drinking or else i would be paying for it by a stomach ache. i ordered a pizza, whiich got devoured. AFTER, i got my fill first.
the stretch Escalade arrived rite on schedule, 10:00. it was so bad ass.!!!! full bar, leather seats, 2 dvd plasma screens, hardwood floors. i out did myself i must say. i paid the driver and then all 15 of us packed the car and were now on our way to Philly. Jessie put in a porno dvd for is to enjoy, which i must add looked as clear form outside the limo thru the tint as it did from the inside. my appologizes to all the parents with children who drove next to us.
many of the guests need to make a rest stop to pee and use an atm. as they did their business, i went inside the store to get a water. some lady shooping for soda asked me if i was a rapper. "i wish. no madame i am not a rapper".
we made it to "Cheerleaders" and here is when the story gets blurred. i remember drinking about a dozen different types of shots, about one hundred jack and cokes. i remember liking one girl who was bad ass! but she never came back over to our section. someone from our party got in a fight and another owed a dancer $80.
after our 2 hours of open bar were up, we made our move to the afterparty. but my nite was over. the jack had won. i was ready for bed.
i cant recall where we ended up or what we did after leaving the strip club. we did make it back to Wil's house by 4:30 am.
overall it was a great weekend and i had a blast. i hope Wil' did too. friday nite at the AC strip club was better than saturday in Philly. but i have no regrets. i spent about $800 and left my hat in the limo which i now have to go pick up after work monday.
in finish, the whole weekend can be wrapped up in one phrase. one in which was ressurected in AC and lasted the whole weekend.
in the legendary spirit of the immortal Rick James...
"ENJOY YO SELF. HA HA HA HA!!"