Friday March 4, 2006. Joe Dayton getting married in 2 weeks. 14 guests descend on Annapolis Maryland from across North America. Steve White came from Seattle. Craig Martin from Houston. Chris Hicks from Mississippi. Todd Gregory from Rhode Island. Brad Golden from NYC. Pat and Dave Barnes from Toronto. Then there were the locals...
Events were kicked off on Friday at J's house with paella dinner prepared by Craig thank god since J got sick, and barbecue courtesy of Luke 'BobbyFlay' Shingledecker. The shrimp were like candy, and were devoured within 10 minutes. The 3 lb pork loin disappeared like a thong on prom night. Thanks Luke for doing duty as chef, even after you did it at your own bachelor party, too. Perhaps you should think about a career change? People are trying to tell you something.
Heh, heh, one of you jokers is going to regret this gift later....
Later was the tool shower where Joe finally got his chain saw. There goes the neighborhood, or at least the neighborhood's trees... Some of us may live to regret giving Joe a chain saw. Here's hoping I am not one of them.
I have always wanted one of these. And now I have one. Do you know what that means?
There were some hardliners who didn't go to sleep till 4 AM. What, do you think you are still in college?
Todd, I don't think we need any instructions, do you?
Dude, Joe, no way. Just gas 'er up and let 'er rip!
Saturday was a late, but appropriately greasy breakfast. Followed by sailing in a 20 kt northwesterly out of Whitehall Creek. It was breeze ON, baby, and everybody got to work up their appetites for the big meal on Saturday night. Fortunately, nobody went swimming in the 35 degree water, and only one false-alarm machinery failure was encountered. With 12 naval architects on board, I would have hoped we could tackle anything our borrowed yacht was ready to throw at us. Unfortunatley only 3 of us were really accustomed to sailing, so bashing uphill in the fresh breeze and 40-degree temperatures was not for everybody and after a certain amount of that we bore off and reached, but at least we got out there and flew a hull.
Hey Todd, could you pass me a beer, I am feeling a bit parched.
After a recovery period, we managed to drag ourselves down to the Annapolis Yacht club for some killer victuals. Literally. Joe took the prize after downing 2.5 steaks. I figure he must have consumed at least 32 ounces of red meat. This was appropriate for his bachelor party and I would have expected nothing less. Copious quantities of red wine were finished off as well, and I am still waiting for an official looking letter from the club informing me that my membership has been revoked. It will all have been worth it, Joe.
I've got my ball & chain, and I'm ready to go out now.
The only difference between this picture and Da Vinci's
The Last Supper is there's no Mary Magdalene here. Just 14 guys drinking lots of wine, and eating meat and bread. Good times, all right!
MMMMMeeeeaaaattttt.
My ball & chain hurts.
All right, pal, we don't care how much steak you ate, or what your ball & chain says, we're taking you downtown.
IN THE NAVY! IN THE NAVY!
In the end, Joe concluded that the Ball & Chain is actually a chick magnet, and he should have started wearing it years ago. Fortunately, he met Hannah before he made this realization, so instead of forever using his ball & chain to pick up chicks, he'll live the rest of his days happily ever after in peace and contentment with the love of his life.
But just in case, he'll always have the ball & chain in the bottom of his closet....
No news is good news!
