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September 27, 2015 at 12:14 pm
(This post was last modified: September 27, 2015 at 12:19 pm by SteelCurtain.)
So I finally have a minute, and I wanted to post my Bachelor Party adventures in South Beach Miami, FL. It was my best friend Mike's Bachelor Party, and we went all out.
I flew down out of Nashville, and when I was waiting on the tarmac, this girl was checking me out, gettin' her pose on...
I get into Miami, and the Best Man has the hookup, his timeshare puts us right on Ocean Drive, like what you see in any movie/show about Miami. All the neon lights and sun baked buildings you see in Scarface. We're in the Crescent Resort:
After I got in, we went out for dinner at a place called the Rusty Pelican. One of Miami's oldest and fanciest restaurants.
Here is the crew and our view:
After the Rusty Pelican, we went to a strip club. Tootsie's, in downtown Miami. Where we got the VIP lounge, bottle service, cigars, and some beautiful ladies.
This is where I ingested a large amount of liquor, and no more pictures were happening. This combined with the fact that strip clubs make me sad did not make for more pictures.
We travelled in a 11 passenger van. It was bumpy. I vommed all in it. My night was done.
The hangover was the stuff of legend. It took until 4 pm the next day for me to recover. I purified myself in the warm turquoise waters of the Atlantic, and I was ready for night two.
We started off at BLT Steakhouse for dinner. $1100 for 8 people. I shared a 36 oz Porterhouse with the Best Man. Each side was a la carte and $16-$28. I had a glass of Bourbon that was $32. A dozen oysters? $38. We balled out.
We then went to the Candy Bar in South Beach. One of my good friends knows a girl that works there, and they have these world famous $25 lollipops. I did not partake, but the Bachelor did. He got a $40 fancy drink. They pour it over dry ice at the table and it smokes and bubbles for your pleasure.
Next up was Señor Frogs. Salsa dancing with inexplicably hot Cuban girls. Mojitos by the yard. Loud Spanish DJs. Fun.
We finished up the night at the Casino. We played Craps all night and I was playing $20 all night. I was up as high as $740, but then a string of 7's bankrupted my drunk ass. I then had a cup of casino coffee at 3 in the morning and subsequently visited a bathroom repeatedly. For the poo.
All in all, it was a fantastic weekend, a lot of fun had, a ton of money spent, but I wouldn't change a thing. Except for the vomming.
I flew down out of Nashville, and when I was waiting on the tarmac, this girl was checking me out, gettin' her pose on...
I get into Miami, and the Best Man has the hookup, his timeshare puts us right on Ocean Drive, like what you see in any movie/show about Miami. All the neon lights and sun baked buildings you see in Scarface. We're in the Crescent Resort:
After I got in, we went out for dinner at a place called the Rusty Pelican. One of Miami's oldest and fanciest restaurants.
Here is the crew and our view:
After the Rusty Pelican, we went to a strip club. Tootsie's, in downtown Miami. Where we got the VIP lounge, bottle service, cigars, and some beautiful ladies.
This is where I ingested a large amount of liquor, and no more pictures were happening. This combined with the fact that strip clubs make me sad did not make for more pictures.
We travelled in a 11 passenger van. It was bumpy. I vommed all in it. My night was done.
The hangover was the stuff of legend. It took until 4 pm the next day for me to recover. I purified myself in the warm turquoise waters of the Atlantic, and I was ready for night two.
We started off at BLT Steakhouse for dinner. $1100 for 8 people. I shared a 36 oz Porterhouse with the Best Man. Each side was a la carte and $16-$28. I had a glass of Bourbon that was $32. A dozen oysters? $38. We balled out.
We then went to the Candy Bar in South Beach. One of my good friends knows a girl that works there, and they have these world famous $25 lollipops. I did not partake, but the Bachelor did. He got a $40 fancy drink. They pour it over dry ice at the table and it smokes and bubbles for your pleasure.
Next up was Señor Frogs. Salsa dancing with inexplicably hot Cuban girls. Mojitos by the yard. Loud Spanish DJs. Fun.
We finished up the night at the Casino. We played Craps all night and I was playing $20 all night. I was up as high as $740, but then a string of 7's bankrupted my drunk ass. I then had a cup of casino coffee at 3 in the morning and subsequently visited a bathroom repeatedly. For the poo.
All in all, it was a fantastic weekend, a lot of fun had, a ton of money spent, but I wouldn't change a thing. Except for the vomming.
"There remain four irreducible objections to religious faith: that it wholly misrepresents the origins of man and the cosmos, that because of this original error it manages to combine the maximum servility with the maximum of solipsism, that it is both the result and the cause of dangerous sexual repression, and that it is ultimately grounded on wish-thinking." ~Christopher Hitchens, god is not Great
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