Bachelor Party Complete

Saturday night was the bachelor party.  We started off the evening at Barrett’s with eats, drinks, and sand volleyball.  Then my parents came to pick Garin up, and the rest of us headed to our hotel, the Doubletree downtown, to check in and get picked up by the limo.  We then stocked up on booze and smoked a cigar on the way to Dave and Busters where we played games and did Jager Bombs (including Ben, whose military ID with difficult-to-read birthdate paid off for him).  At one point, Gavin dissappeared breifly, until we spotted him, taking a picture with a random Asian girl.
When it was time to go to the next bar, we cashed in our tickets to redeam them for prizes.  We wanted a couple shot glasses, but also wanted the ash tray to have in the limo with the cigars.  We did not have enough tickets for all of these items, but I took them up to Cassi anyway and tried to sweet talk her into giving us all of it.  She refused, so Gavin pulled out a one dollar bill.  She held firm, and eventually walked away leaving the ash tray on the counter.  Gavin proceeded to pocket it and we left the establishment.
Next stop was Crescent Moon, a German bar known for serving “the Glass Boot”.  Unfortunately, they only serve the boot until midnight, so we were a few minutes late.  I was done drinking by this time anyway.
As we came in, there were a group of girls singing Journey’s “Don’t Stop Believin’” for karokee.  I started jammin out as we walked by, and they saw me, grabbed me, and before I knew it, I had a mic in my hand was was struggling figure out what verse we were on in my condition.  I lasted long enough to belt out one of the epic longer notes with one of the other girls, but I must not have impressed anybody because the mic was immediately taked from me, and I was nudged away.
We cruised around in the limo some more drinking and smoking until eventually returning back to the hotel where Gavin proceeded to campout in the bathroom while Ben and Bryce cracked open the Woodchuck and Kyle stupidly started on the Sutterhome Chardonnay (he would also be bowing the the proceline god later that evening).  We ended up cashing out close to 4.
We awoke the following morning with throbbing heads and churning stomachs eager to get the taste of booze and cigar smoke out of our mouths.  After brief reflection on the night before, we packed up and headed for the elevators.  Our room was on the 14th floor.  The elevator we got on began to vibrate somewhat violently during its decent, and made it to somewhere between 4 and 5 before jamming up completely.  A few curse words and are-you-kidding-me’s and we used the button in the elevator to call the front desk only to be put on hold before we could share our predicament.  After a few minutes of hold music, the phone just disconnected, so we tried again.  This time we got somebody else and he did talk to us.  He sent the “engineer” up, and within a few minutes, we were climbing out of the elevator down into the 4th floor elevator lobby from where we rode a different elevator the rest of the way down.  Gavin tried to rouse sympathy from the girl at the front desk as to get our hotel stay for free, but failed.  Bachelor party complete.