Book’s Bachelor Day
You could call it a party, but since it was an all day event, it seems right just to call it a ‘Day.’
Today started in great fashion because I had a bunch of server upgrades this morning for a client from midnight to 7 A.M. I was up around 2, went out, got some lunch and by the time I got back, the marmot mobile was in my driveway, ready to head to the K.
We meet in Lot G with Matt, Brian and Company. We hung out, boozed and bullshitted for a few hours with a bunch of guys that I have seen/heard about from Brian in the past. I couldn’t tell you half of their names now but I know I have hung out with most all of them at one point or another at T’s with Book. Plenty of beers and brats were had here…so much so that I was #22023 and missed out on the beach towel give-a-way.
Once we made it to our seats, the first thing you realize is that all of these guys are going to be loud and rowdy. Unfortunately for them, two grannies sat in front of our row of belligerent drunks. As our first move of class, Dave spills a little beer on one of the ladies as he sits down. It was totally unintentional of course, but a sure sign of things that will happen over the next three hours of ball.
A few moments later, we have a game of side-bet baseball going on to my right and these guys jawing about the Reds players getting called out with two Reds fans right in front of them. It was all in fun though as they were laughing and having a good time. Then, to every one’s surprise, one of the grannies pulls out a whole Tupperware dish of brownies and gives them all away to us. It was pretty strange considering they must of been highly annoyed at this point. Hell, one of the gal’s had her old school scoring sheet out. She must be hardcore! Maybe it was an attempt to make us all feel guilty and settle down a bit? Who knows…
Somewhere around the 6th inning, some of us had decided to hit the concession stand for another beer. I, somehow, got in a short and fast line (first time for everything!) and Dave got in a long/slow line at the neighboring concession stand. I grab my beer and go over to where he is standing and BS with him for a bit while he waits. When it comes time for him to step up and order, I step back and lean up against a concrete support. For a few seconds I just stare off into space straight ahead while I feel this young lady’s eyes on me from the side. I turned toward her to figure out what the hell she was staring at and the conversation went something like this…
N: “uh hi”
Girl: <sheepishly> “Are….are you married?”
N: “no…”
G: “uh..do you want to help me with something?”
N: “uh…what is this about?”
G: “….well…I go to school <stops listening>….few more seconds…..<starts listening>…do you want to exchange a piece of clothing?” <Dave finishes getting his beer, stands next to me>
N: <looks at my shirt and then thinks “I don’t think I can wear her underwear or shorts”> “…no”
G: <seriously confused> “REALLY??”
N: “Sorry, I like my shirt.”
G: “Ok, how about you?” <points to Dave>
D: “nah, I kinda like my shirt….it covers up my heroin tracks”
G: <completely confused and gives an expression of WTF, then turns back to face the line>
N/D: <laugh as we walk away>
It was a hilarious, completely random story that was told many times over the course of the night.
A half inning later, Book, I and some of the other guys headed out to Rivals to check out the new outfield bar. It was crazy busy and we had to stand outside for 15 minutes before we could get inside for another beer. The view was great but the highlight of that place was some dude that apparently thought he was some 80s big time actor/rockstar. I couldn’t get a good pic of the d-bag, but it’s in there if you can make out the blonde hair/sports jacket/Oakley Frog-eyes…LOL
We ran back to our seats to make the middle of the 8th inning where the camera man promised he would get Book’s bachelor party sign on the big screen. Matt tried the sign under sign move so that everyone could see we ‘need more strippers’ but the cameraman had seen that plenty times before and panned off the sign as soon as Matt dropped the first sign. There is some video of this on my phone but it’s in a strange extension right now and will need to convert it. I just haven’t had the time yet to do that. Once that happens it will be on youtube.
The rest of the game was tame as the Royals won this game, 7-4. We walked back to the cars and met down at Ragland Road about an hour or so later. There was a couple nice bottles of scotch that was half empty when we left but I have no idea what their name is now. All I know is that some of it was damn smooth and DAMN expensive. I probably won’t buy a bottle for myself any time soon.
The rest of the story…well, that is for Book to tell you, that is if he remembers it. 
