Colin's Bachelor Party

Saturday morning at 10:30 am you could find me and some of my favorite people in the world sprinting down the street in Somerville dressed as barbarians and lumberjacks, pushing shopping carts, screaming out heads off racing to 5 different bars.

We almost won the 'race,' if you even want to call it that. However, despite wearing winter boots we all still managed to pull off like 7:30 m/miles from bar to bar - I'd say that's pretty impressive.

Chris and I won the first challenge at the bar by being able to get two teabags that were attached to a baseball hat to swing on top of our heads - who knew we were such a talented couple?
The next challenge at the next bar we had to get a slinky on our head - again, Chris did that one. He's so good at random, useless talents.

I'm pretty sure Colin won the next challenge - pole dancing at the Middle East.
We all tied in the next challenge as we were all able to booty shake ping pong balls out of a kleenex box attached to a belt.
And finally none of us entered the talent contest at the last bar - all of our talents for the day had been spent.
After drinking 6 beers before 1 in the afternoon, running a 5k in full costume with a shopping cart and showing off our mad skills, we all went to Sean's where we made eggs, played guitar, and regrouped.
Then we went to Harpoon Brewery's St. Patrick's Day party - where we got in free thanks to our amazing friend Breno who pulled some strings for us. Being on a 'list' is so much fun. I honestly think I'm going to start refusing to go out unless I'm on a list - any list. I like lists.
The brewery party was ridiculous and crowded and awesome. They had good bands and tons of beer and the 11 of us just walked around and continued to drink copious amounts of beer
After dark we decided to walk, yes, walk, to gov center. Not sure why we walked. It was the longest walk of my life. Well, maybe not, I'm sure my sense of time was a little off but I SWEAR we had been 'approaching' this stupid lighted bridge for 45 minutes. Every time i looked up I kept thinking "oh, we're almost to the bridge which is really close to Gov Center."

....30 minutes later...
"Oh, we're almost to the bridge. Not much further."
....15 minutes later...
"I think the bridge is walking away."

But we eventually got to the bridge, crossed it, and finally got to Dick's Last Resort where we again continued to drink more beer (kill me) eat greasy food (kill me again) and drive our waiter absolutely mad.

And finally, after a full 12 hours of bachelor party celebrations, I got to go home, chug a gallon of water, curl up next to Chris and sleep for 12 hours to get rid of the pounding headache.

And I woke up this morning hangover free! Brilliant!