Two words: Bachelor party.
Had an absolute blast and a half with my best friend, also named Brandon. He's getting married next weekend. We had a mega bro weekend to make him wish that wasn't the case. Just kidding. But we did have one of the best weekends ever.
Tailgating. Football game. Many adult beverages. Many great, great times. It didn't get quite to Hangover status—in fact, in comparison to Hangover, Bradley Cooper's character probably would have made dumb homophobic jokes about our party, it was so tame—but boy, we partied.
Partied so hard that once we got back to my place after the game, half of us passed out and instead of going out and getting wild in the city, we stayed in and ordered pizza and ... yes ... played video games.
It made me think "mature" was just a word grown-ups invented for "we're too damn tired to stay out all night anymore." It sounds better, anyway. I loved college, but even though I'm back in grad school, which makes me a college student again, college ain't still in me. Now when I stay up all night it's to write, whether for class or for work or for, like now, blog posts.
But those college student discounts are sweet.
Okay. So it wasn't that crazy. But one of us, who shall remain unnamed, before the game might have somehow gotten hold of a Disaster Relief vest outside the football stadium. It was hanging there on a bike and clearly unused and people were using it as a trash can and so he very sternly warned people away from the vest and scolded them for dumping trash in it. Then he may have taken the vest and put it on and told everyone he was Disaster Relief. Then he may have gotten tired of waiting in line at the gate and so he went to the front of the line and told people again that he was Disaster Relief and then walked right in.
I'm not saying that happened ... just that maybe it did. And that the vest also worked great as an umbrella to hide him from the sun.
Anyway, saw 9-10-11 trending on Twitter. So I thought I'd share what I did for my 9-10-11.
How about you?