Originally Posted by over the mountain
I did a bachelor party in AC. well, here goes another OTM story:
A few months after me and my buddies graduated college, one of our buddies was getting married so we went to AC for a weekend. they are from pittsburgh.
We get there, 4 of us. we get kinda daper for the evening. we go to one of the few big casinos there. in a few hours time i had gambled away all my gambling money. no worries, im not a gambler and was there to party.
so me and the bachelor boy (real cheap ass didnt want to gamble) are hanging out drinking at this bar/club in the casino. the other 2 guys are gambling. so me and bachelor boy are puttin em down like champions. well, they start the music playing and people start dancing. if im drunk i cannot resist dancing. the bachelor boy is a real shy quiet guy.
so im dancing looking stupid and theres this real tall hot black girl kinda dancing kinda standing on the outside of the dance floor. i ask her if she wants to dance, we start dancing and im thinking "man, this is great. got my drink on, _____ bachelor party, dancing with this hot chick".
so after a few dances, etc i go over to teh bachelor boy, get another drink and try and get him to come dance and let loose. well, aparently he and some guys who he just met at the bar were laughing their ass off at me. so my buddy whispers to me "you dancin with a dude dude". fuck. my heart drops. i feel sick. i look over at her and yup thats a really tall skinny black dude i was dancing with. fuck. promises that he wouldnt tell anyone were demanded and received.
the bachelor boy wants a hooker which we had seen a bunch of walking up and down the road just parallel to the boardwalk. so me and BB (bachelor boy) go up to some hookers and start talkin. tehy are grabbing our crotches and calling us cops. so, anyway, we dont get any hookers then, i was against it money, morally and health wise. the other 2 meet us at the hotel room and they also want some hookers. ok great, i got a bunch of drunk horny burg boys looking for urban hookers.
so we go, we find some and all of the sudden they want me to talk and set everything up. im not even joining them. anyways, BB picks out the hooker, shes like something like 300 for the 3 of them. i bargain her down to 60 a piece, telling her thats 180 for less than an hour of work.
yada yada yada, the 3 of us have to stand outside on the balcony while BB does his thing. after hes done, im like fuck this im not waiting outside on the balcony locked out im drunk and want to party.
so me and BB leave the otehr 2 and go party. some how i end up by myself at this bar called the grog i believe. anyways it ends up being a prostitute type bar where they kinda come in, chill for a bit then go back out. so i end up sitting there and talking with this real fat hispanic hooker. we talked for hours, i was buying her grand marnier all night. i must have dropped over 200 bucks talking wih a hooker. anyways, i knocked a glass over, it crashes on the floor, i say "i know the drill, im outta here".
i remember walking, i remember falling on my chest. this is about dawn when the early riser tourists start making their way out.
teh next thing i know i wake up on the floor of our hotel room. great, i made it back, i have my wallet, cut and bruised on my chest and popped my shoulder out but nothin out of the ordinary.
then the stories start coming in from my friends. apparently hotel staff was called that morning by people who came out of their room to find me curled up sleeping in front of their door.
but this whole story comes down to this one moment and phrase that kinda typified my early 20's.
we all get in the elevator and head down to the lobby.
the elevator door opens up facing the lobby desk.
the door opens, all i hear from the hotel staff is "thats the guy!".
we laughed our asses off. just that moment of having your college buds wake up from a serious night of drinking, then to have such a reception was just so fitting.
the hotel offered to move us to a different hotel on their dime but i told the BB to tell them i would be on my best behavior.
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i got a great story of me in vegas, after 24 hours of drinking and partying, i was found by casino security sitting in a chair at a slot repeatedly trying to swipe my drivers license as a credit card. then i started this whole f al ' qaida thing which my brother makes fun of me for b/c i was saying al ka hide or something like that. he was surprised they just escorted me to our room and didnt kick the shit out of me. but thats for another day and another thread i suppose.
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