As far as bachelor parties go, Rob’s was a low-key deal. Seven of us in all. Half were from out of town, so we drove to Kingston to meet up.
The first stop was Aaron’s dad’s house. Parked in his driveway was a 1980s Lincoln Continental Town Car, before they started to downsize the series. It’s a massive car, with what looks like a complete couch in the back. As the coupe, it wasn’t even the full-size model. This is the only car that pimps teal.
Most of the day was spent giving each other welts in speedball, which I learned is a testosterone fused version of paintball. All speed and all accuracy. I wasn’t used to a lack of conventional cover (in favour of inflatables), or the small playing area, but managed to survive without any body hits.
Of course, being his bachelor party weekend, we had to put Rob on his own team, though he didn’t quite find out until it happened. This follows the tradition of other fraternizing celebrations, such as birthday beats.
It was back to the hotel to get changed, and off to Rob’s favourite place to eat, which was a Chinese buffet. It also happened to be Chinese New Year, so they had an entire roast suckling pig, though no one else dared to try it until I assured them it was safe.
More time was spent back at the hotel, in the hot tub, playing poker poker, breaking electric heaters in the exercise room.
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Before leaving the next morning, we went across the street to the conveniently placed Golden Griddle, an all-you-can-eat breakfast buffet for the gluttonous masses. I’ve never been one to get their money’s worth out of buffets, but I’m sure that Rob and Aaron more than made up for my relatively small portion. I can’t imagine putting such lead into my stomach every weekend. Unlimited bacon and sausages should be reserved for bachelor parties, business contracts, and maybe the occasional bris.
Drinking was limited; Rob was still recovering from strep throat, as can be heard in the videos. More energy was spent making sure Sergio had a successful blind date; a testament to how much Rob takes care of his homies.
i thought it was a requirement of all bachelor parties that there be a strip bar involved.
hhhmmm… maybe it’s a canadian thing.
So that’s the kind of stuff men talk about when women aren’t around. :)
@ACG — Not for the guys that I know. The two bachelor parties I’m planning will have no strippers involved.
And it’s not a Canadian thing. Windsor, Ontario supposedly has the highest number of strip clubs per capita in the world.
@Angela — Yep, bacon discussions are pretty standard fare for us. Hope you weren’t expecting anything more enlightening. :)
Every bachelor party except for Rob’s and my own have involved strippers. I think when all your friends get married (4 weddings last year, 6 the year before) and you go to the same strip club in town, it gets tiring and boring.
Also, it’s so cliché to go to a strip club. I’d much rather chill with my close friends and spend our money on drinks and good food than some stranger, that I’d find hotter in a sweater and jeans, constantly trying to make everyone feel bad that they’re not spending more money. But perhaps it’s just an Ottawa thing. :P
One of my friends explained his reaction to strip clubs as: ‘You think you’ll have a good time, and then you see this girl who looks decidedly human and all her human parts, and gee, she looks kind of cold, isn’t she cold? and you wonder how the heck she makes any money, and you start to envision what her apartment looks like, and then you just.… get up and walk out.’ That cracked me up.
@Aaron — There wouldn’t be any strip clubs involved at my bachelor party either. There’s just no interest in it. I think girls look better clothed anyway. It gives them a personality, whether it’s classy, preppy, sassy, indie…you get the idea. It’s turtlenecks over sweaters for me though. ;)
@Xibee — You friend is very considerate. I bet libidos take over that instinct for a lot of males. I have to think that she makes the most money from stripping though. By walking out, he’s probably not supporting her, in a sense.
That looks like an awesome bachelor party you had with your mates. I hope you had a great time as paintball is a great way to celebrate!