It’s that time of the year! Wedding time! This means that my weekends are pretty much gone for the next few months. Luckily, this weekend is a bachelor party, and not a wedding. Weddings mean you have to get all dressed up and behave in front of the bride and grooms parents. Bachelor parties mean that you can pretend you are 21 again, and then realize that you are not the next morning. Unfortunately, for me, this week I get to head off to Vegas. But J-Si, why is it unfortunate?! Well, there’s going to be about 25 guys (which means getting into clubs gets pretty dang tricky), and I am also not a gambling man (because it hurts my feelings to lose money). The only good news is that the bachelor party includes two pool parties, so at least I will be coming home with a tan… did I really just say that? I also get too stressed out with the whole wardrobe thing. I never know what to wear to those clubs out there. I end up feeling underdressed. I guess I am just a jeans and t-shirt with some sort of stain on it, compliments of Cason, kind of guy. Luckily, the next couple of bachelor parties and weddings are in town, until I head off to Rhode Island for my friend’s wedding. Do people not know I have a baby and a pregnant wife to take care of? Why couldn’t my close friends get married 3-4 years ago when I didn’t have responsibilities?!?! ha!
Speaking of responsibilities, I almost lost a bunch of money. I say almost, because I had no idea I had a bunch of money. Bad influence Paul was at Kellie’s party on Friday. In fact, I barely remember that he was even there. This is why it was a horrible idea by him to give me the money he owed Al for purchasing a table at the concert, that he did not stay to watch. I ended up putting the money in my rear left pocket, which is also known as the pocket that never gets any love. Luckily, Al called Paul and asked what was up with the money, Paul then texted me, so I ran to my closet to find the pants I wore that night… I ended up finding the money. Ok, Cason found the money first. He was actually sitting in the closet playing with the money, which I am sure is super clean. Good news: Al gets his money. Bad news: I could have totally used some of that money to buy my taco bell after Kellie’s party. You know a brotha gotta take some sort of maintenance fee for using the back pocket bank safe.