I was an exceptional friend this weekend. A kick butt friend, if you will.
On Friday, I jetted over to Put-in-Bay to celebrate Gretchen's bachelorette party with a group of great girls.
the house of fun
the group trying to pull off the college shotgun
me with the bride #1, Gretchen
We started off the night at the bonfire and then we decided to go downtown to finish off the night. For those of you who have never been to Put-in-Bay as an adult, it's quite the entertaining island. Someone referred to it as the midwest Vegas but others also call it white trash central. I'm not sure what it is, but the guys are straight up strange when they reach that island.
As I started a dance party to "Just Dance," a group of guys joined us on stage at the end of the song and I looked to the kid to my right and made the comment that he wasn't even 21.
He says, "Oh no, I'm 25."
Me: "Yea, right, you are only 20!"
Young boy: "No, here's my license."
Me: "OK, let me see it."
Young idiot boy: "Ok, if I prove my age, can I have a kiss?"
Cue laughter from four girls and a story I've shared with several people.
The next day, we hung out at the pool until I had to come back to Cleveland, take a power nap and be downtown Cleveland for other bachelorette party.
As I got to bride #2's house, the festivities were in full swing and I barely made it to catch the party bus.
The bride with our great party planner
a night downtown cleveland isn't complete without a picture with Ice T and Coco's rear
a group shot (well, part of the group)
Luckily, our fist pumping action to "Call on Me" wasn't caught on film or the random, sporadic dancing (seriously, I can't dance) or the chowdown in Panini's at the end of the night.
Let's hope this weekend is a bit more tame with a family wedding on Saturday.