The More Things Change…
…the more they stay the same.
Im going to Vegas again. For another bachelor party. Again. Actually, its a double-bachelor party. Again.
When I first heard about the trip, I had decided there was no way I was going. With my financial status in a constant state of flux, it was hard for me to justify the expense of jetting out to Vegas. (The cost of the trip is roughly two house payments.)
Plus, Im really sick of bachelor parties in Las Vegas. The idea was novel when we first did it six years ago Jesus, has it been six years? Im an old man. Anyway, I was burned out on the idea. Most of the guys will be the age I was during my first Vegas bachelor party, and I dont know hardly any of em. I could just see me packed in a room with four young wolves and a beer bong. Id have hung, but it wouldve killed me.
Plus, my last trip to Vegas was when I met my ex. And I was there onyou guessed ita bachelor party. Theres no telling what kind of memories might be lingering behind the slot machines. Would I really want to take the risk?
But Mark leaned on me and leaned on me about the trip. He told us that our pal Mike had been given a kitchen pass from his wife. And he told me that he had a room for three nights that was almost completely comped, and that I could bunk with him if I wanted.
I got to thinking about Mike, and how long it has been since weve gone out and lit it up. Hes from Boston, transplanted in the Midwest because of his wife (whom weve known much longer than him). He reminds me of family I have in Rhode Island and is, by all accounts, a Good Shit.
So, I bit the bullet and booked my flight. And honestly, now that the money is out of pocket, I can HARDLY FUCKING WAIT. Its been far too long since Ive had a vacation. And after the bear that was last year, I deserve a little youre-too-old-to-be-acting-that-way behavior. The trip is at the end of April, and Im ready to hop on a plane tomorrow.
Insofar as the ex and the memories are concerned, Im not going to trouble myself over the whole thing. This is a different trip with an almost-entirely-different cast of characters. While I still feel the pangs of our failed relationship from time to time, this trip will be good for me to put the demons to rest.
Besides, I have decided that I am only going to talk to women who:
1. Are asking me if Id like to double down,
2. Are asking me what Id like to drink, or
3. Are asking me if Id like a lap dance.
I am determined to make this trip more memorable than the rest. And when I set my mind to such a thing, I always deliver. Unfortunately, Ill have to wait another two months to outdo myself. And unfortunately, youll have to wait another two months to hear about it.
Ha! I love the criteria for women you’ll talk to. Hilarious.
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Just once, I would love to witness a bachelor party.
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What’s a kitchen pass?
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Have fun!
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I was wondering too what a kitchen pass was? Sounds like it is going to be a blast. Nice rules you have there about talking to woman. Should keep you out of trouble…well maybe, lol.
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Yeah. What is a kitchen pass? Apparantly Vegas is the place to be these days. Everybody’s going to or coming back from Vegas, it seems. ^_~ M
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for all it’s worth. it sounds like you need it. set your limits and play within the lines. indeed. =)
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Kitchen pass: Permission from one’s wife or girlfriend to attend a male-only excursion. —
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I’ve never been to Vegas. Maybe one of these days I’ll get there…maybe. Oh, and you know that you’ll “do” everything in a skirt, over there. ;^) Eric
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Darn, I was hoping to hear you’d be there the same time I was. 😉 Be well,
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I’m going at the end of this month!! woo hoo! and not for a bachelor party, but just to whoop it up!
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number three could get you into trouble unless you have a rule to never date strippers. have fun!
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Good criteria for the womens
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I’ll start looking for babysitters RIGHT NOW!
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Would you like a lap dance big boy? 😉
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When I’m in Vegas I only talk to aging spinsters who, in the process of blowing their social security check, have dropped their dentures on the carpet at Circus Circus. Granny’s love loose slots.
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Sigfried and or Roy might rape you. So watch out.
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And what if a woman was to ask you the time? Be well,
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Liar. After all…what goes on in Vegas, stays in Vegas…and I know you won’t break the code of silence that surrounds the wolfpack. But I do hope you have fun. Cheers, mate!
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good luck
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Howabout the chick in the security uniform asking you for your ID? *smiles* Yeah. Whatever, that’s not Vegas, that’s Indiana. And the chick, yeah, she’s me. In a uniform. *smiles* You’re quite right. I need to get out of here. But I’m going to California if it kills me. Hugs
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Double down? I’m guessing this is something I’ve heard about or done, just a different slang for it.
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this trip just might be what the dr. ordered for you. I hope you can stand the wait! I’ll sponsor a lapdance for you. Where should I send the ones?
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want a lap dance?
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You’re in ;o)
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RYN:Thanks for elaborating hon, I was confused. 🙂 He certainly has more good days than bad, no doubt about that! Be well,
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RYN: Respectfully, if that is what you think about SS, then you should go do some homework and find out the real facts about Bush’s SS plan. Don’t read a headline or and article from a mainstream news source about what Greenspan said and think it must be okay. It is not okay. For starter’s Bush’s plan will cost American taxpayers TRILLIONS of $$$$ to pay for it. It is a crackpot plan.
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ryn: I wonder that myself. I have made so many complaints the crime prevention dept. promised that I’d get a call from teh one in charge. Further, they need someone to testify that is a resident. (especially if mgmt is involved.) everyone else in the bldg is really scared to talk.
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Talk to the waitresses, too. They can get you extra sausages, if you’re nice. While you’re at it, find out how much of a tip you’re supposed to shell-out when all your shit is comped. Because 15%-20% of zero is- Anyone? I didn’t know there was gonna be math, today… But I don’t think it’s much.
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Baby, I’ve known you were a geek for a long time. It only makes me like you even more.
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(I didn’t even get into the meatloaf sandwiches…….can you top that?)
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HA!!!…… good for you !!…… I could use one of those get-aways…… they’re always good for the soul……Best Wishes !!!……
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RYN: I definitely hate compliments in the beginning of a relationship. Once I know someone and can respect their opinion, then I enjoy compliments on a limited basis when I feel they are genuine, but I do not require or expect or even really want compliments. I have never enjoyed being noticed. I’d rather blend in with the crowd.
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RYN: yes, what your friend did was definitely a game. I can see where you might think Jeff is playing a game, but I don’t think he is. I think he is just that foolish and inexperienced to know any better, but perhaps he is the best game player I have ever met. I’ll probably never know.
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I guess if the compliments weren’t so numerous and predictable, I would feel differently about them, but every man I meet says the exact same thing. It is tiring and boring and just plain stupid. Wasting my time, I think. Telling me I am beautiful is not telling me anything useful. Tell me something interesting, not something about me that I can’t change and have nothing to do with.
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I so wish I could go with you.
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Shit, I love your criteria for talking to women. LOL. April huh? Yep. The end of April, if I can get my SHIT togetherm we are scheduled to go to Mexico and get remarried on the beach. If.
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yay vegas!
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