BAGD went to a Bachelor Party tonight.

I know what goes on at parties like that.  So I told him the number one rule.  Absolutely…Positively…no guns!

That’s right, the thing that worries me most is that the gaggle of boys in question likes to spend Sunday afternoons shooting skeet and tin cans on a fence.  But then I heard that the party was going to involve go-karts and Transformers instead.   Oh, I guess there is a plan to check out a local Nudie Club, but that does not worry me.  I am more worried that BAGD will like the movie so much that he forces me to go see it with him again.

That man needs to pick up some really bad habits, so I have something to cluck about with my friends.   I would be surprised if he has more than 1 beer tonite.  I also know he would not touch the guns (have you read his post on fireworks?  I also know that one of the reasons he chose the Chair Force, I mean Air Force, 10 years ago is that they don’t put much emphasis on weapons.)    I also know that his Nudie Bar days are well-behind him (College and the military…alot has changed since then.)    I am more concerned about his expensive habit of buying internet domains and his collection of blogs than I am about him oogling some pretty girl tonight.

But I am going to sleep in the middle of the bed tonite.  That’s what you get for staying out so late and leaving me to pick up all that spaghetti under the dining room table.  Just try to move me.  I weigh a ton.    HaHaHa.