the alamo. i've been to two bachelor parties so far in my life. neither have involved women of the naked kind, or obscene amounts of alchohol and debauchery. unless you count hours of board games, video games, and watching movies as "debauchery." the last bachelor party i attended might not even have been a real bachelor party since it was more like our version of a bachelor party for eric, who had his real bachelor party in michigan. our bachelor party for him involved basketball, singing, the playing and making of music, baking, back to back viewings of the "cutting edge," and ferocious games of risk, monopoly, chess, and squabble. it was wild. and perfect.

my second bachelor party was this past weekend. the big single send off for one of our very own san diego boys. i must admit, there was some alchohol -- and subsequently a lot of flushed faces -- but the motivation behind drinking was mostly puzzle fighter duels. however, there was enough drinking to put a few people to sleep, plus two people puked (always a sign of good times?), and people got drawn on with permanent marker. success all around on the drinking front. note that we didn't leave the friendly confines of san diego, nor did we engage in any partying or carousing.

it was just a laid back kick back kind of bachelor party. with some fishing (notice, no mention of actually catching any fish), some pho, lots of poker, lots of puzzle fighter, and a steak dinner. and i finally got to conduct a paper-rock-scissors tournament, although much to my chagrin, i lost to one of my arch nemesi. oh well, you can't win them all. otherwise they wouldn't be nemesi would they?

the thing about bachelor parties is that they should fit the bachelor involved. and this one did. there was the vain attempt to inject some boobage (in metal, plastic, paper, and candle form) to the party, but it didn't really work out. good try boobs, good try. you forgot what kind of males you were dealing with. we bake and sing together in unison. take that.

bachelor parties are really about creating some memories anyway right? who says you have to get trashed and stupid and lecherous? i mean, there's certainly people and places for that type of bachelor party, but i doubt i'll be attending one of those any time soon. maybe i should have stolen some of those under utilized boobs come to think of it. then again, my bachelor party is lining up to be a pizza and blogging party. how great does that sound? you're all invited, of course.

note: who uses the word "boobs" anymore? except apparently gag gifts and small children who tend to giggle. if a grown person ever used any variation of this word, they should be immediately ostracized. from society.