I took off work early Thursday to attend my friend Duane’s bachelor party in Spokane. Duane and I have known each other since first grade, and although we haven’t had much contact since high school, we’re still good friends.
Duane’s choice for a best man was in Iraq, so there was nobody to plan the bachelor party. The groomsmen and some other friends met at Duane’s house and we whipped up an outfit suitable for Duane. From there we visited 4 or 5 bars in downtown Spokane and the Valley. Duane got himself cutoff by the 3rd bar, but washing the marks off his hands had him back drinking in no time. We had every girl around sign Duane’s shirt and give him a kiss on the cheek. Duane loved this.
We ended the night back at Duane’s house where the bachelorette party also returned. There was some drama with some drunken people, but I was tired and left for home by 4 in the morning.
The next day there was supposed to be a wedding rehearsal at noon, and surprisingly all the groomsmen showed up on time. However, the bride and her party weren’t there until around 3pm, by which time the minister had already left. So the groomsmen and Danny’s parents setup tents, chairs and the dancefloor while it poured.