My bro and his bros.

I’m back from my brother’s bachelor party weekend, and as I write this I’m exhausted.  The weekend itself was eventful and fun, but my journey home on Monday took a total of twelve hours.  From getting to the airport an hour prior to my departure time, to my flight getting delayed almost two hours, to a longer layover for my new connecting flight, plus the length of those two flights… needless to say, I’m beat.  So instead of a somewhat insightful summary of what it was like to hang out with my brother and his very tight-knit crew in an environment I’m unaccustomed to, I’ll sum up my weekend in quotes and vague references.

 

“I took a pill in Ibiza.”

My brother wakes me in hotel rooms in the same manner I wake Garth, by suddenly blaring music.

“Dude, I think this lake might be 90% man-piss.  Like, this entire lake may have been formed over centuries of bachelor parties peeing here.”

I am, apparently, an unpleasant surprise to party girls on a dance floor.

I can drink light beer for three days and never achieve much of a buzz.  Three glasses of wine and I loosen right up.

My little brother is not so little.

Barbecue restaurants in Austin, TX are surprisingly prepared for vegans.  Maybe not surprisingly at all.

“Good lord, pick a song and play it through to the end!”

I was accused of trying to scam a gentlemen’s club, then defended by total strangers, then received an honest apology from the establishment, and then given an unusual compliment/offer from one of the dancers, all in the span of 30 minutes.

My weekend in a nutshell.

 

Overall it was a fun weekend with a fun bunch of guys.  They’re very close friends who enjoyed their reunion and celebrating my younger brother’s upcoming wedding, and it was cool to be a part of the festivities.  And if you’d like clarification on any of these vague statements, feel free to ask me if you see me at an upcoming convention.  I can’t promise I can tell you everything, but I do have some stories to tell away from the internet.