As it’s Friday, I’ll be doing a wee little short post tonight. Size doesn’t matter though, right? Right? First off, big thanks to Fran over at his blog The Angry Lurker and to Joel from What’s Next? – The Unemployed Geek, who were both kind enough to bestow upon us The Stylish Blogger Award. They both have really fun blogs so if you’re not following them yet, get your ass in gear. Fran, Joel, a hearty cheers and a fresh brewski to the both of you.
So, as many of you know, Bryan’s wedding is coming up in a couple weeks. And while my trip back to Denver involves the testicle shriveling process of airplane flight, this time, I’m actually happy to do it. Not because I’m proud to be part of the ceremony celebrating Bryan’s lifelong devotion to matrimonial nookie, or anything so selfless. Nor do I have a particularly embarrassing Best Man speech prepared, unless you count Trixie, the drunken prostitute I’ve hired to deliver it for me at the reception.
No, I’m excited because I plan on spending the night prior wandering the bars of downtown Denver getting Bryan blindingly drunk as a proper farewell sendoff from the land of bachelordom. Will he get arrested for pissing in the street? Or maybe hijack a taxi cab full of strippers and drive through the park chasing the homeless? Or will he just settle for a little syphilis from Trixie? I hear she's been putting a lot of time in with her Shake Weight lately to get ready for the big day. Who knows!
I’m looking for suggestions, my friends. How best can I ensure that this night is one Bryan will never remember, and one that his mugshot won’t let him forget?
Music: Led Zeppelin
Beer: None. Early work…on Saturday.