Santa, I Was Good

I went to a bachelor party over Christmas break and because I am still studying and because I had made promises to myself and God, I was the designated driver. Everyone else got to get sloppy drunk except for me. I didn't mind though, I think watching everyone else drink was more fun--especially because people generally make asses of themselves when they are toasted.

The bachelor party itself was okay. The bachelor didn't want to go to a strip club, instead he and his wife-to-be decided that the the bachelorette and bachelor parties would conjoin at close to midnight and become one blob of drinking fools. I guess that was alright, his reasoning was validated--he was getting married, why look at other naked chicks. But I begged to differ, if I wasn't getting sloshed and I had to babysit, it would have been better to babysit sober while getting a lapdance (don't you think?).

The only downside to our drinking was when the bill came, the one guy who was tallying it up (well he was drunk because the next day--at the wedding, he was a pretty nice guy and didn't seem to remember) included me in the head count. One of the groomsmen tried to explain that I should not have to pay because I didn't drink or eat anything and also because I was shuffling people's drunk asses back to the hotel room. The tallyer said "fair is fair everyone pays". The groomsmen then said, "fine, then I'll pay his 50 bucks". And the tallyer ended up saying "never mind let him be cheap". I don't think I was being cheap, I just didn't think I should pay for something I didn't partake in, especially cause I was there mainly to drive my buddies home safely.

Okay, enough about that rant. I hope everyone has a good weekend.