What happens in Vegas stays in...well...it'll probably end up on my blog.

Tomorrow afternoon I fly out to Vegas for a bachelor party. While this might seem cool to most I'm a little apprehensive about this trip.

See most bachelor parties are known for consuming lots of alcohol, eating bad food, and looking at scantily clad (if that) women. Good, clean, wholesome fun for the entire family. This party has a variable that may make my trip fraught with peril.

That variable being the bachelor, a man I call McNutty. McNutty is a longtime companion of my best friend Corey and the two have been buddies since childhood. McNutty is not known for his social graces nor his mental stability. He has a tendency to go completely bat shit at the drop of a hat. Yes I am surprised someone will actually marry this guy.

Corey asked me if I wanted to attend this bachelor party to give him support in case McNutty lives up to his nickname. Being the good friend, i.e. dumbass, that I am I decided to be there for my friend as he is not the fighting type. Far from it actually. Corey often states if he ever goes fisticuffs his only strategy is to 'kick em in the nuts and run like hell.'

Not a bad strategy when you think about it.

Regardless I think Corey wants just my presence there to be a constant reminder to ol McNutty that if he goes out of his tree and attacks someone it better not be my friend. He may also feel that if I'm there and things go awry him and I can take off from the shindig and still have a good time.

I've met McNutty on many occasions and he's always been a pleasant chap if not somewhat annoying. I don't think anything will happen, but with him around excitement will linger.

Consequently I won't be posting tomorrow night. I may do another post tonight since it's slow here at work. I do hope my next post won't be from jail.

Wish me luck folks.

"If you're going to be crazy, you have to get paid for it or else you're going to be locked up." - Hunter S Thompson