Ted's Bachelor Party

Finally, another two weeks of the midnight shift is at a close. Well, in roughly three hours it will close, but that DOESN"T MATTER NOW!

What does matter is that tomorrow - my friend, your friend, everybody's friend Ted Collins (whom I affectionately call Buppy) will be in for the time of his life. It his bachelor's party / night out / what-guys-do-before-other-guys-get-married. If what Ray tells me comes true, Ted will be (once again) hauled home in the bed of some truck and leaned against the tree in his yard until he wakes up the next morning.

Truth be told, I'm not exactly sure what to expect. I've been around long enough to know a seriously awesome party when I smell one, but this has a certain hype about it that I find it damn near impossible to try to predict what is going to go down. Whatever happens, though, I'll be sure to write about what I can clearly remember. (Like the ride there! Everyone loves the ride there!)

That's all for now, more after "it" happens.

Adios.