Hand Grenades, Pirates, and Tranny Strippers

I just got back from from my bachelor's party this weekend. My friends and I sacrificed body, mind and soul for one glorious weekend in New Orleans. It was an absolute blast! There was a pirate convention at our hotel, which meant a lot of weird humans running around acting like Captain Jack Sparrow. It was pretty amazing to see how people really believe they are pirates.

We arrived Friday evening, and had already began participating in party favors, meaning most of us already had a pretty good buzz. After a small glitch with the hotels, we settled in and quickly rushed to Bourbon Street. We headed straight for our old stomping ground, Fat Catz and Huge Ass Beers. Unfortunately, the band we were hoping to see was no longer at Fat Catz, so we settled for an ice cold 32oz beer. The night was spent bar hopping and dancing with very large black women. I couldn't have asked for a better first night!

The next day was sort of ruff. I slept a bit longer than everyone else, but eventually made my way to Bourbon Street where I indulged in nasty ass Krystals (what was I thinking). I began drinking trying to catch up with everyone, and did a pretty good job pounding two delicious Hand Grenades from Tropical Isles. After hanging on Bourbon for a while, we walked back to the hotel and got ready for the night. That night went about the same as the night before Huge Ass Beers and bar hopping, which led a few of us to some locals bar at 5:30 in the morning. I ordered my last beer of the night at 5:45 am! Where else can you drink all night and never go home!

All and the whole weekend went well, no one was arrested and several of us watched the sun rise. Anyway thanks guys, you all are the best buds a guy could ask for.