a bachelor story
Last weekend one of my best friends got married. I
was one of 3 groomsmen (and that includes the best man) and felt
honored to have the position. And by the way, it's worth it to be
friends with people because then when you are in their weddings you
get cool gifts. Jeff gave his groomsmen poker chip sets - the nice
and heavy kind. Oh, and when you are friends with people it also
makes life worth living. So it's a double bonus.
Anyway, this is gonna be a short note. For his bachelor
party, we first went to BW3's where the meal climaxed at the challenge of
eating blazing wings with no blue-cheese sauce. No sweat. Well, some
sweat, but we were put to shame by a guy that the best man (Jon) knew who
was there and ate 4 of them (but he was at a different table so he may
have eaten four of them with four tubs of the sauce so let's assume that).
Afterwards, we headed towards the West Quad parking structure. The best
man and I went into the Union and filled a slew of water balloons in the
bathroom and smuggled them out in a backpack lined with a garbage bag.
The top floor of the parking structure was our next stop for a rendez-vous
with the rest of the gang where we used the water balloons to terrorize
the citizens below. Though we had no direct hits, I personally elicited a
set of screams from four girls with a "manual" (our term for thrown
balloons) and at least 4 sets of pedestrians took the time to try to
locate where our launched balloons were coming from (we had a 3-person
sling-shot that allows the balloons to come down almost perfectly
vertically).
My question is: what is it about this feeling that so
attracts males? The feeling is a giddy exitement of hiding after doing
something "bad." It's the same feeling others might get when playing
hide-and-seek when young, or ding-dong-ditching when older, or vandalizing
when older and misdirected. I love that
water-balloon-splatter-from-250-feet-near-a-group-of-unsuspecting-would-be-bystanders-better-hid-now
feeling.
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