Another abandoned post, this time definitely from April 29th.

Last weekend I returned to AC with a clusterfuck of friends. Nine people total celebrating the end of bachelorhood for a friend. This was my first bachelor party, ever. I’ve always found the idea of them to be odd. Really, if I’m going to be married I hope I can still go out with just my friends when I feel like it, not just one last time before the actual wedding ceremony. But whatever.

It was weird being in AC with a bunch of people that I know. It didn’t really affect how my weekend went, it just meant I had someone I knew to celebrate with whenever the roll was hot. I have to say, AC is a lot more fun when you are there with friends, which I already knew from previous trips, but it was reinforced this weekend. I got a bit out of control though. I was the only one that didn’t sleep at all. Instead I just stayed up all night playing craps and getting drinks from a waitress that my friends had previously insulted – awkwardo. I probably wouldn’t have been able to make it all night, but I lucked into a chair at the craps table, which makes all the difference in the world. Plus it makes you feel like a high roller too. Double cool.

I actually did play a little poker when I first got to the Borgata, but it wasn’t very significant since it was a 2/4 limit game and half the players were in my group. I introduced everyone to my secrets to getting drinks quickly; pretty simple really: always order when asked and if you are empty when she comes by ask if she has anything on the tray to get rid of. That’s my secret, I know, it sounds complicated but I think you can figure it out.

Probably the best part of going to AC this weekend was that we all drove together, so we got the chance to hang out during the drive rather than having to deal with the usual greyhound crowd. Plus Anthony’s 300m is a fucking sweet ass ride.

Overall, a good time was had by all.

My experience, in numbers:

24 = number of hours spent in AC
3 = number of meals I had during that time (it really must be some kind of record for me)
36 = number of hours I went without sleeping.
23 = number of drink I ordered from the waitress (I kept count this time)
30 = number of minutes I spent in our hotel room.
3 = number of hopped nines I hit in a row (someone introduce me to the concept of parlaying, please)
2 = changes of clothes I took with me
0 = number of times I changed clothes. Also, number of minutes it took after we left before I started plotting my next AC trip.