AKA “Teddy got Mugged”.
All is well in Joeyville. All of the guys made it back alive- yes, even Teddy. Still awaiting photos from Mike Lupton, picture-taker extraordinaire. The guys arrived back to our place around 2:00 yesterday afternoon. Joey was actually the most chipper looking of the lot. After they said their goodbyes, Joey settled into his favorite chair with his favorite dog and began to fill in the blanks.
Friday morning they put him in his own truck, and blindfolded him. Teddy turned on the truck and realized there was no gas and the truck needed oil. [editor’s note: if they had TOLD me they were taking his truck maybe I would’ve clued them in to the fact that the truck needs a S-load of gas and an oil change.] $100 later, they were on their way. They headed to McDonalds for lunch and handed still blindfolded Joey a HUGE bottle of Gentlemen Jack- which he managed to slug Tumbles with later because he was trying to put it in the backseat and was still blindfolded.
Funny anecdote: apparently no sooner had they crossed over the bridge into Jersey than blindfolded Joey says, “What is that smell?! It smells like Jersey.” And everyone tried not to laugh.
They stopped and all got out of the car and asked Joey where he thought he was. His answer? “What’s our tee time?”. They were all taken aback and asked how he knew this, “Judging by the sounds of golf carts and people teeing off, I’m guessing we’re at a golf course.” Good one.
After being bro-iced one too many times, Joey and his now posse of quite a few (there were about 13 guys total) headed to Atlantic City, NJ. Friday night was completely crazy, and there were many details lost here. I guess I’m pretty glad about that because do I really want to know everything? The answer is no.
Saturday it was more gambling and drinking. Joey was feeling a little rough (can’t drink em like we used to!) but was a good sport about everything. There WAS an attempt at a strip club however it was BYOB and the B store was closed. So it was back to the casinos.
Funny anecdote 2: Not sure which night this was, but as they were all waiting in line for a cab, Zach/Brian (I forget who it was, but hey they are interchangeable) disappeared and returned with a limo. The guys all thanked the driver profusely, who told them he could normally fit 8-10 big dudes, or 12 asians.
Again, many details of the night were lost (or intentionally omitted… either way, I don’t want to know). Early Sunday morning, Teddy was walking in the ghetto of AC that separated the hotel from the boardwalk, wearing white pants and a white shirt, talking on his iphone to his girlfriend, when BAM. He was hit on the head with a mini-baseball bat, aka a Cracker Whacker… in an attempt to rob him. He threw his $60 on the ground and took off running. The thugs chased him for 2 blocks or so before he got away. He’s left with a sore jaw, $-60, and a great story.
Like I said before, everyone returned home safely and I am anxiously awaiting some photographs to add to the Events tab on this site. So keep a look out!
Thanks to all the guys who attended and kept Joey safe.
Next up, MY bachelorette party…. In 2 weeks :)
41 Days to go!
Love,
Sarah
All is well in Joeyville. All of the guys made it back alive- yes, even Teddy. Still awaiting photos from Mike Lupton, picture-taker extraordinaire. The guys arrived back to our place around 2:00 yesterday afternoon. Joey was actually the most chipper looking of the lot. After they said their goodbyes, Joey settled into his favorite chair with his favorite dog and began to fill in the blanks.
Friday morning they put him in his own truck, and blindfolded him. Teddy turned on the truck and realized there was no gas and the truck needed oil. [editor’s note: if they had TOLD me they were taking his truck maybe I would’ve clued them in to the fact that the truck needs a S-load of gas and an oil change.] $100 later, they were on their way. They headed to McDonalds for lunch and handed still blindfolded Joey a HUGE bottle of Gentlemen Jack- which he managed to slug Tumbles with later because he was trying to put it in the backseat and was still blindfolded.
Funny anecdote: apparently no sooner had they crossed over the bridge into Jersey than blindfolded Joey says, “What is that smell?! It smells like Jersey.” And everyone tried not to laugh.
They stopped and all got out of the car and asked Joey where he thought he was. His answer? “What’s our tee time?”. They were all taken aback and asked how he knew this, “Judging by the sounds of golf carts and people teeing off, I’m guessing we’re at a golf course.” Good one.
After being bro-iced one too many times, Joey and his now posse of quite a few (there were about 13 guys total) headed to Atlantic City, NJ. Friday night was completely crazy, and there were many details lost here. I guess I’m pretty glad about that because do I really want to know everything? The answer is no.
Saturday it was more gambling and drinking. Joey was feeling a little rough (can’t drink em like we used to!) but was a good sport about everything. There WAS an attempt at a strip club however it was BYOB and the B store was closed. So it was back to the casinos.
Funny anecdote 2: Not sure which night this was, but as they were all waiting in line for a cab, Zach/Brian (I forget who it was, but hey they are interchangeable) disappeared and returned with a limo. The guys all thanked the driver profusely, who told them he could normally fit 8-10 big dudes, or 12 asians.
Again, many details of the night were lost (or intentionally omitted… either way, I don’t want to know). Early Sunday morning, Teddy was walking in the ghetto of AC that separated the hotel from the boardwalk, wearing white pants and a white shirt, talking on his iphone to his girlfriend, when BAM. He was hit on the head with a mini-baseball bat, aka a Cracker Whacker… in an attempt to rob him. He threw his $60 on the ground and took off running. The thugs chased him for 2 blocks or so before he got away. He’s left with a sore jaw, $-60, and a great story.
Like I said before, everyone returned home safely and I am anxiously awaiting some photographs to add to the Events tab on this site. So keep a look out!
Thanks to all the guys who attended and kept Joey safe.
Next up, MY bachelorette party…. In 2 weeks :)
41 Days to go!
Love,
Sarah
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