My own bachelor’s party was almost like this. Almost. In fact, this one sounds more interesting. I had such high hopes for it. I was sure that my two best mates, Ricardo and Germán, were planning something epic. Perhaps some alcohol, and a nice visit to a strip joint or something. You know, something nice, manly and, I don’t know, decadent.
They took me to a place called Damon’s. A restaurant whose claim to fame was that it had an integrated trivia game in every table.
All my friends are nerds…
Yes, we had a lot of fun. But they still owe me a bachelor’s party, dammit!