That dark cloud on the horizon to the West is not a thunder storm, it’s the forces of evil gathering as friends from around the country plan their descent on Las Vegas. Lock up the children, small arms and midgets, as my official bachelor fiesta is on the calendar!
Planning for the event began shortly after the engagement was announced, based on a dream, no, a nightmare that had been rattling around in my head. I had a vision of all my buddies, the grey-haired senior Grays, and perhaps a one-armed cowboy hanging on a craps table, dice and drinks in hand.
Through the careful planning of my bestest man, my best friends who have been with me since grade school, and my comrades in arms from various consulting gigs will be united in their quest of wine, women (but not for me) and song. It should be a group of all stars that would rival any of baseball’s finest, albeit without the steroids.
If you’re planning on visiting Vegas in July, beware. In our wake will be a trail of lost wages, bad potato chips and sore heads!
Still waiting to see what “rival” plans the girls come up with for this weekend of debauchery! Darling Meredith…the world is waiting!!!