Another weekend come and gone, but one of the most fun weekends I’ve had in a long time. I don’t know if I’ve mentioned it, but I’m getting married. This Saturday*, in fact. This being the case, my bachelor party needed to happen, and this past Saturday was the day. After I got off work, I went to my boy prick’s place to hang a bit before getting dressed for the impending partying that was to ensue for the rest of the evening. We chatted it up, got ready, then went to the meeting point. From there we all got into the cars and left for Medieval Times.
The drive out there was okay, with the usual traffic. A few of the people in the group had never been to Medieval Times before, so this was a treat for everyone, indeed. I’d been several times, and always had a good time. When we got there, which involved the car I was in getting lost, we were able to get our tickets just in time. We then got our seating arrangements, and were seated in our section of choice, rooting for my niggah…
THE GREEN KNIGHT!!
This is the only Knight that keeps it real. All of the other pussies are busy kissing the King’s ass, trying to nail his daughter, but this guy just wants to kick all of those other bitches’ asses in the Tournament. Never mind the fact that he looks like Link.
After getting our seating tickets, similar to getting a boarding pass, we went on to the bar. By the time I had finished my first drink, my second was in my hand. I hadn’t spent a dime on any drinks, nor did I for the rest of the evening. A good number of the people there were drunk before we even got in to the Tournament area. While waiting to be beckoned to our tables, we hung out outside, drinking, chatting, cheering for the Green Knight, and talking about how I’m a douche bag for getting married*. I was reminded, and this happened fairly often, that I’d only be with one woman for the rest of my life*. There were some teary moments, some good sentiments, and lots of people giving me booze.
Once seated, we gave over our boarding passes to our server. Because of some fluke our group had one extra pass, which meant that we got one more serving of food and drink. I had one of the extra beers, the extra bread, gave away some of the chicken to Curtis, gave the soup to Summer, gave an extra beer to Brett, gave an extra pie to the Pookie, and stuffed myself silly. It was so awesome. The booze, of course, knew no bounds, and I was provided yet another drink during my meal. During the Tournament, we were easily the largest and loudest group. We were often referred to as the drunken crowd cheering for the Green Knight.
After the Tournament, which I had lost a bit of interest in once the Green Knight had lost, and had lost almost all interest in when one of the Knights came out with the American flag, we went back to the bar, where I was bought a another drink or two. The bartender gave me a drink, too.
From there we went back to Pasadena to meet up with some non-Medieval attending homies, then went to Vic’s, where more booze was consumed. I had random old guys coming up to me telling me their words of wisdom about marriage*. It was kinda funny, but I did get some wisdom from their words. Some of the most important things I heard that night, however, were not heard from a stranger, but an old friend who has braved this storm*.
Itching for karaoke, the party moved to The Browns’ pad. I belted out some tunes, the most noteworthy of which was “My Way,” which is one of my standards. At some point I needed some air, so I went outside and sat down. Sitting felt good, but I knew that lying down would be even better, so I lied down by the hot tub. I don’t remember how or when, but I made it inside, where I passed out on the couch.
The next morning I woke up, went to the bathroom, and noticed that in my passed out state I had been written on. I wet my face with water (no soap) and the writing came off easily. There was also some writing on my arm, which took a bit of soap to remove, but it did come off. Summer and Curtis gave me a ride to my car, and from there I went home.
I was pretty damn tired, but I didn’t feel quite as bad as I could have. That being the case, when Milca asked if I wanted to go out for a hike, I said yes. We hiked for about 2.5 hours in Eaton Canyon with the dogs. Because of the recent rain, the water was fairly high, making crossing the wter challenging at certain points. Several times I took my shoes off and just went through the freezing water. It felt awesome. What didn’t feel awesome were my legs when we got back in to the car. I was dead on my feet. The hike had zapped most of the booze in my system, but I needed some hydration to flush it all out. For this, we went to Jamba Juice.
That night, after a shower and a nap, we celebrated Milca’s dad’s birthday by having BBQ. BBQ in this house is hardcore. There was SO MUCH MEAT. There was a good amount of chicken, but even more pork ribs. For those that were there, the porm we had at my BBQ extravaganza a few months ago, this was easily twice as much pork. Jesus. I filled myself nicely, and any remnants of the booze in my system from the night before had been vanquished nicely. After the meal Milca and I went downstairs and cuddled watching Van Helsing. Not as bad as it could have been, but it wasn’t good. Dear God, it was pretty bad. Most of the film could have been excused except for two factors. First, Mr Hyde looked and sounded like Shrek. Second, Dracula looked like Bono. I kept expecting him to break out into “In the Name of Love.” I’m glad I waited to netflix it.
I want to thank each and everyone of the people that made this past Saturday one of the best times I have ever had. I wouldn’t have changed a thing about it.
And now, back to business. So much planning*, so much to do for this weekend*, and so many things that have yet to be solved*. Here we go*.
*JESUS CHRIST I’M GETTING MARRIED SATURDAY