We all party hard at bachelor parties. No question about it. Here is a bachelor party hangover story that will make you laugh a bit, I think.
We drank all night, woke up and started drinking again, drank all-day and then all night. In case you didn’t understand what I was saying, we had been drinking, a lot.
We did some crazy stuff during the aforementioned time. Broke some plates while wasted and eating, went to a strip club, jeered at a man who distinctly resembled the monopoly man. One of our friends even got so drunk that he dove into the shallow end of the pool and hit his nose on the bottom. He later fell face first into a glass table and got a black eye. But I don’t want to talk about those hangover stories, funny as they were. I want to tell you about this one.
Me and three buddies decide to go to Oregon to visit a friend and do some snowboarding. We fly in and immediately bounce from bar to bar then end up at a rap concert. The concert is a blast but we’re a little tiered so we end up slamming like four RedBull vodkas each.
We left a bar and went back to this girl’s house. Just my friend and I. The girl he wanted to hook up with was OK, not great. The one who liked me was huge, I’m sorry if that is mean. Actually no I’m not I don’t care.
As I pry open my pulsating eyes and feel the first afflictive sensations of an exceptional hangover, I realize it is the first of January, the primary light of the new-year.
Two buddies came up to visit me from college. Good buddies from high school. The type of guys I used to party with all the time growing up. They came to visit me at the dorms and we thought it would be a good idea to get a bottle of Jager.