My Bachler Party
Life has been moving forward and not waiting a second for me to catch up. These past couple of weeks have been filled with roofing the house, a bachelor party, getting ready for the wedding, working hard from 8-5 and getting ready for upcoming contract work - amongst other things that keep my life busy.
In that list was my bachelor party. My bachelor party was a good one and were I shouldn’t explain all that happened - I can tell you a bit.
The Story
I woke up at 5am for breakfast last Saturday and meet a couple buddies at the Windmill Restaurant. After breakfast we spent close to 8 hours working on my roof. Everything from tearing off the shingles to putting up roof vents and putting the shingles back on.
Most of the guys left a little early and said they had things they needed to get done before Sunday. With a bit of disappointment I yelled out to each one, “I’ll see ya later” as they each left about an hour or so apart.
Around my 12th hour of working I couldn’t work anymore. The sun was beating against my back and the shingles were tearing away at my skin, making it impossible to continue. At that point I decided to go home, shower and take a nap. I was exhausted.
After I got out of the shower I laid on my bed for a quick nap. It couldn’t of been more than 2 or 3 minutes later when a bunch of guys ran into my room, smiled at me, and grabbed me by the arms and legs (still in my boxers) and threw me into a van.
One guy was already in the van and he had been diligently making an apron. The apron, I found out was for me and read; “I’m getting married and I eat poop”. This, of course, was the creative work of my friend Jason Perton. Always good for a couple laughs and great at coming up with apron sayings.
The Night Begins
The night started out by going to Margaritas Mexican Restaurant. This is my favorite restaurant in Holland, MI and I was starving. The guys gave me a t-shirt and a pair of pants before we walked in for some Mexican food. The clothes were mostly due to the fact that many places don’t serve food to people in their boxers.
When I waslked in everyone saw my apron started laughing. Some were even brave enough to make comments. I got everything from a traditional “Congratulations”, all the way to the bitter man that thought marriage was for men that had given up.
Let’s Shoot Some Guns
After the embarrassment of showing everyone my apron said - “I eat poop”, we took off for Ben Wickstra’s house in Hamilton to shoot some guns. At this point we just began to shoot everything. We shot clay pigeons, cans full of pop, fireworks we set off, blew flames out on candles, and last but not least - a flaming box of poop.
It’s nothing we’re proud of but to say the least, we had a great time.
A Human What???
Next we wondered over to the Wickstra barn. The Wickstraís built a barn with a small apartment, a half a basketball court, volleyball court, and a 30 foot climbing wall. As soon as I walked in the door all the guys (1) jumped on top of me, (2) hog tied me, (3) put a climbing harness on me, (4) threw candy all over my body, (5) saran wrapped me, (6) hooked me to the climbing wall rope, and (7) lifted me up about 6 feet from the ground.
If you haven’t already guessed it - I was just made to be a human pinata. Everyone was given a whiffle ball bats and each took a turn beating me until candy fell out. The whole process seemed to take 30 minutes but realistically a total of 10 minutes.
Coming to an End???
As I slowly recovered from the rope burns and various beating we decided to end the night with a swim in Lake Michigan. At this point we were all extremely tired and by just looking at us you could sweat we were drunk. Even though none of us had a drop the whole night.
In fact, we were so tired and drunk looking that we ended up getting pulled over for drinking and driving. Luckily everyone was clean and just extremely tired.
It was a bit awkward having to tell the cops (yes, there were 3 of them) that we had guns in the car but after they search everything they said we were clean and that they were proud of us for being so.
Before we left I ended up getting my picture taken with the 3 cops in front of their flashing lights. It was the perfect closing to the night and now I was off for some much needed rest.
rusty Says:
when is your wedding again?