I am sworn to secrecy due to some bachelor party oaths regarding the precise events of last weekend. I am not sure why such secrecy surrounds bachelor parties given that it can only breed suspicion to not make it clear what occurs and nothing of great interest ever does occur at these events. At least nothing has thus far in my experience. I met DF on the plane in Denver. He was busy programming something in SAP and I had just finished reading the latest issue of Maxim. I had read Bar stool sports on the way to the airport and found one article of particular interest by the publisher. He listed the top 10 decisions in life that he should have made earlier. A big one was switching from a queen sized bed to a king sized one. Given that I have been scrunching into a corner of my bed to accommodate a growing baby I believe that the most important thing I can do in the next three months to improve my quality of life is to switch to a king sized bed. He also had other insights like the benefits of online betting vs. a bookie and how happy he was he didn’t get a racing shirt while in Montreal. I had also bought a bottle of Patron tequila on advice from someone that it would be a good item for a bachelor party.

DF and I didn’t sit with each other at first. I was sitting with three generations of women. A mother, daughter, and 12 month old grand daughter. It was fun playing with the baby given that she wasn’t mine and to compare books, toys, and stories. DF came back to inform me that there was seating in economy plus so I moved. From what I can tell they squeezed people who fly coach in one half and stretched a few extra inches for other folks in coach to create economy plus. While I am happy for the airlines for doing so it is quite annoying to be squeezed for cash to buy a few inches of leg space. They almost want me to be uncomfortable on the plane in order to upsell higher cost products.

When we landed in Reno we went to the rental car location we realized that nobody was policing our rental car selection. I had promised DK that I would rent a Viper or something more special like a Lamborghini but we settled on the best convertible that they had – the Mustang. Oddly I had a dream last night that I was hanging out with Lindsay Lohan at a party. She got too drunk to drive but we were having a good time and she was glad to have the company of a normal non-famous person. So she asked me to drive her Lamborghini. Unfortunately I don’t drive stick very well and it was a disaster. But all rental cars in the US are automatics so I didn’t have any trouble driving the Mustang with the top down at night while DF marveled at the view of the stars in Tahoe.

We arrived at the Northstar cabin and drank the bottle of Patron with DK, CS, and the host. The cabin was incredible with a huge open kitchen that connected to the dining area and living room. Downstairs they had bedrooms, predominantly with tons of twin beds. The cabin looked out onto the golf course but you couldn’t see the 4th green outside the large two tiered deck until morning. Upstairs, our host, DK’s future brother in law by marriage (he married DK’s fiancées sister) slept in a king sized master suite bed with a big bathroom and Jacuzzi tub. The evening was low key and we tried to come-up with as many embarrassing stories about DK as we could. MM, the best man, and Roc had shown up at some point to make Roc the 6th player for golf in the morning. CS held his liquor despite thoughts that he might not do so well with the tequila.

The next morning CS cooked some egg concoction for breakfast. He called it German pancakes and explained that it was like Yorkshire pudding. Since he didn’t have any milk he used the flavored creamer for coffee as a substitute. They came out well and tasted good with the bacon.

We headed out to play golf. 6 people played in two sets of three. Our group got a straggler from the course, a 70 year old named Dell, and his wife who wasn’t playing the second 9. He was fun to play with but made our plan to bring illicit beer onto the course in our bags a no go. The course was fun and despite not having played in a year I was still terrible at golf. After playing we all agreed that we should play more often while home and may actually begin some golf again in the fall. The crew then moved on to purchasing dinner at the adjacent supermarket and I avoided the decision making process and inefficiency of six grown men shopping for a barbecue by calling Sarah to give her the update on the fun thus far. I then forced my decision for blue cheese dressing upon DK when the time came and we rolled on back to the home front.

It was Friday night and DK’s friends from San Francisco were streaming in throughout the afternoon and evening. I counted about 14 people total but since they were moving around I wouldn’t bet on the actual number. MM, DK’s good friend and brother in law who married DK’s sister was the best man. MM is having triplets with DK’s sister through some fertility process. MM is also in a wheelchair so we all spent time pondering how fun it will be to get around with those three kiddos when they are born. I can barely keep up with one.