Every time I go to Atlanta for the night, it feels like I'm on an adventure. I'm not sure why it feels that way in Atlanta. It doesn't even feel that way in New York or Los Angeles. Atlanta is special for that. Maybe I feel it's more dangerous than New York or Los Angeles. Maybe because it is.
Friday night in Atlanta was no different. We didn't spend as much time in the city this trip. Obviously there was no Braves or Falcons game to go see. No concert, no special event of any kind. Just a bachelor party taking place in places we'd never been before. I guess that's why it seems like an adventure.
It was a good time, but the drive to Atlanta and back home is always the most fun part for me. I'm happy to get there and happy to get back but the time in the middle is always the best.
At the end of the night, one thing remains true. Bachelor parties are...not that great.
Nothing especially interesting happens.You may see a dude naked. You may see a girl naked. Some dude gets married shortly after the party, and everybody gets drunk. It's like so many other weekends and so many other nights, only we give it a theme and a name while we go about our weekend just like we go about every other one.
Only thing is, I don't think I've ever seen anyone find anybody to take home from a bachelor party. Too much testosterone and competition amongst a bunch of dudes together. It's most often an ugly situation. Sometimes a good time, but never what they make it out to be.