I'm heading out of town for my first Bachelor Party weekend experience. It's not in Sin City. It's in Lincoln City. That's when you know you and your friends are getting older. The venues for your debauchery start reflecting the level of debauchery that probably won't be taking place.
And while my craziest days are far behind me, I fear most of my friends can't make that claim. I don't know if I have it in me to keep up with them. Moreover, I don't know if I want to even try.
Regardless, it should be fun. I would love to say that there will be pics coming, but I don't that would be a good idea.
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