Bachelor Party @ MindSay 
The next night we had to stay in a hostel closer to the city center. It was pretty nice too, but nothing compared to the first night. We were spoiled by that really nice hotel. Anyway, hostels are so cheap and if you can get a private room with some friends, it is very feasible. It makes it nicer to travel when you don’t have to pay much for the transportation or the lodging, that way you can afford food and whatnot. Most of these cities have really expensive restaurants and attractions, so it’s best to save where you can. The first day we walked all around the city, but it rained most of the day. Typical Irish weather, I’m afraid. We got to see Christ Church and the outside of Dublin castle, as well as Zara and H&M…haha. I can’t help it. I love to shop. That night, it stopped raining, so we went out to the Temple Bar area, which is very famous. We ate dinner, fish and chips..yum!, and then we went over to Temple Bar to listen to some live music and mingle a bit. Unfortunately, no one in that bar was Irish except the people that worked there and the band. Oh well. I did meet a German man called Thomas who bought me a drink and told me that my eyes were beautiful and he would like to see them everyday. I thought that was a pretty slick line, so my friends and I talked with him a bit and he was a real crack up.
After that, we went to another bar and got caught up in a group of guys there for a bachelor party. Those guys were really out of control and when we got a picture with them, one of them started licking the side of my face. Strange.
You can see it here. That night, we were walking back to our hostel, and we saw a guy with a rickshaw. He told us that he can get a lot of money from people who look like they’re rich. We asked him how much he would charge us, and he said 2.5E a head. Of course, we couldn’t let that opportunity pass us by, so we rode a rickshaw home. It was hilarious.
The next day, we went back to Dublin Castle for the tour. It was very informative and very cheap. We got to see all of the rooms where the presidents of Ireland have stayed and made negotiations, where British kings have stayed before Ireland got their independence, and the beautiful Irish rugs and Waterford Crystal chandeliers worth 1 million euro each!
We also went to St. Patrick’s Cathedral which had a gorgeous park outside.
After that we went to Grafton street, which had a lot of shops, so I loved it. We saw Elizabeth Hurley there give a short speech about breast cancer awareness, so that was really neat.
I’d say the highlight of the trip was listening to people with Irish accents, even though my Nana has one, it never gets old for me, also eating Irish candy..mmm Cadburys,
and last but not least, when Steph got caught doing an Irish jig in the middle of a tourist shop called Carroll’s. I think everyone got a good laugh out of that one…especially the people who worked there.
I’m having a hard time getting everything out for part 3 of the story, it was a pretty difficult and embarrassing time in his life so I’ve decided to take a small break from it and tell the story I’ve been mentioning throughout my blog for a while now… the 3 day bachelor party in Tampa.
It technically was 48 hours in Tampa but the time spanned over 3 days…
My best friend and current roommate Wayne had decided to get married. He had been with the girl for 7 years or so and they had a child together so I guess it was a logical step in the progression of their relationship. Keep in mind that nobody, and I mean nobody, liked this girl… at all… but, anybody that knows Wayne either loves him or hates him so we that stick around are very loyal to him and we accept her for what she is, a bitch, but part of his life that he loves (still, to this day, can not figure why… oh well, love is deaf, dumb, blind, stupid and can’t smell, right?). At the time he told me this, I was living in Houston. He called and told me he was going to marry Jenn (the bitch) and after I picked myself up off the floor and talked myself out of throwing my body off the balcony of my apartment, I congratulated him and told him whatever he needed from me, he had. He had asked one of his childhood friends to be his best man but sincerely wanted me to be a groomsman and I happily accepted (plus, weddings are one of the best places to pick up chicks, especially if you’re in the wedding party!). Over the next several months, the groomsman planned the bachelor party. We started out with Miami, then Vegas, but settled on Tampa as it was convenient to everyone (except me and one other guy coming from Nebraska but we were going to have to travel anyway). The wedding was going to be in February so we picked a weekend in mid January and set the plans in motion.
I got into Jacksonville (was going to ride down to Tampa w/Wayne and a few fellas, there were 16 of us in all in Tampa) on a Friday morning and Wayne came to pick me up at the airport. I climbed in the truck with everyone and began to drink. The drinking did not stop, except for sleep (and I’m not sure it even stopped then?) until Sunday morning around 5am. We arrived at our hotel about 4pm, it was just down the street from the Yanks spring training facility and one of the fellas had a tour set up for us. We do the tour, take some batting practice and run the bases like little boys. It was a great start to the weekend.
After a shower and a change of clothes, we all hop in the rented bus we have for the weekend and begin the night time festivities with a decent dinner and then it is off to our first strip club. The first club is a true bikini bar where the women do not take their tops or bottoms off. The reason for this is that the “full nude” establishments in Tampa do not serve alcohol (now what fun is that?). We had sent the best man ahead of us to grease the door man and get some extra curricular fun set up. He did a good job and got the owner involved and all of us were treated like kings in that place. They had a table set up for us right next to the stage and always made sure our glasses, along with our laps, were full. The girls were very cute and polite, just not rocket scientist material, but sweet never the less. After a few hours of that, we moved to the full nude bar and I was not impressed. Ugly and sloppy chicks’ showing me their goods just doesn’t do it for me, especially coming from what we just had. A few of us leave Wayne there so his buzz can wear off and he can have boobies, along with other things, shoved in his face and we go back to the bikini bar where we are welcomed with open arms and some of the cutest butts you would ever want to see (why wouldn’t they welcome us, can you imagine the money we dropped in that place? Especially the second night!). Eventually everyone makes it back over to us and we close the place down with a round on the house and lap dances for the bachelor party in the back. I grabbed the cutie I had been talking to most of the night and let her show me her appreciation ;) (sometimes it’s good to be a guy!).
We get back to the hotel about 4am (after chatting with a few of the dancers after closing about where the parties were the next night) and had to be up and ready at 8am for a 9:15am tee time (ugh!!). It should go without saying that none of us shot a score I am willing to post to the public but it was a very nice course out by the bay and we did decide to play from the black tees as it was the first time playing this course for most of us and we wanted to see the whole thing. It was the worst score I had shot in years! It was only the second time I had ever had a caddie (which for a golfer is a must have experience before you die… a good caddie can make a round) so I just let him hand me clubs and whacked the ball without thinking. I’d love to go back down there stone cold sober and play the course again.
Part 2 coming shortly...