We are going out this Saturday night for my bachleor party. We will be in Lake Geneva, WI. Anyone in the area who wants to meet up for some drinks, let me know and we will plan to meet up somewhere. It should be a great time.
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We are going out this Saturday night for my bachleor party. We will be in Lake Geneva, WI. Anyone in the area who wants to meet up for some drinks, let me know and we will plan to meet up somewhere. It should be a great time.
Darn it, my fiancé is in town, I would so come and smoke all night! No smoking with her, though we are going to crash a wedding!
Best wishes, marriage rocks!!!!!!!!!!!!
We'll have to plan something for some other time.
Well my bachleor party was a great time. It was very eventful. What bachleor party would be complete without the groom to be getting arrested? Yes, this happened to me. Turns out you are not allowed to carry your beer outside the bar and walk down the street drinking it. Those damn cops in Lake Geneva always have to go a ruin a good time. It happened about midnight...we were getting ready to leave Carvetti's and make our way to the next bar on our barhop. I had half my beer left and the other guys were all ready to go. So I just walked out of the bar...beer in hand. Well the police officers that were patroling the streets did not find this amusing. They stopped me and poured out my beer...wouldn't even let me finish it. They frisked me and placed me under arrest. They said that I had to go into the police station and they had to give me a breathalizer and issue me a citation. So I told the guys I would meet them at the next bar and the officers escorted me to the police department a couple blocks down the road. They gave me the breathalizer and I blew a 0.15. Then they said that I had to have someone who could blow below a 0.05 sign me out. So all the guys came over and formed a line...one by one they failed the test. Finally, my best man blew a 0.07 and they let it slide. So now we're on to the next bar. We drank heavily for the next couple hours. Then we called our DD (my little brother) to come pick us up. We wallked to Burger King, but, they had locked the doors right before we got there. So we walked through the drivethru and got some food. We finally made it back to my house and we stumbled inside, well, all except my best man. He puked in my driveway. :smiley11: It was a great night. I even have a souveneir, a $116 Drinking In Public Ticket. I have to say though, one of the best nights! :smiley20:
Too bad the cops wouldn't cut you some slack, that's a pretty shitty thing to do. But sounds like you had a good party man!!
Lay off the Cops they are doing their job, blame the bar they know the law and let him walk out with the beer. Besides the Cops did cut him some slack by letting the best man pick him up. I just want to know how can you have a bachleor without any TITS and ASS?
Seeing as how someone bumped this old thread... :smiley16:
In London, the pubs close at 11 (during WWII they had a problem with factory workers drinking until the wee hours of the morning and building bombs the next day, so they created a mandatory closing time of 11pm and never lifted the law).
Around 10:45, they open up all the doors, letting in that cold night air. A subtle reminder to go home.
Then they slowly start putting up chairs.
By 10:55, if you haven't gotten the hint, they start passing out plastic cups. It's completely legal to take your show on the road, just as long as you're not in a pub past 11.
They do? When did this start?Quote:
Originally Posted by SuperChuck
Oh!--and, congratulations, Jonsey! That sounds like a great batchelor party.
That's what they were doing circa 2001. At least that's what they did at the Old Ship in Hammersmith.
Being from New England, the concept of drinking outside was COMPLETELY lost on me. :)
Huh. What a weird notion. I never heard of this. I was born and raised in England and I lived in London from 1981-1989. I probably drank at the Old Ship a few times. Is that one of those pubs right on the river? Oh, for an English riverside pub on a summer evening. :smiley28:Quote:
Originally Posted by SuperChuck
I remember "last orders" vividly. A hot sweaty pub at 10:50. The barman calls "last orders". Mad rush for the bar. 11pm and the barman calls "time". Ten minutes to finish your twenty ounce pint of "premium" lager (AKA "wife-beater" or, in Scotland, "wreck the hoose juice"), before you're turned out into the freezing cold at exactly the same time as all the other drunks from all the other pubs. Fights at the bus-stop, the chip shop, the taxi-cab ranks. Excuse me, I'm getting a little choked up here. No, it's OK, I'll be alright. :smiley19:
I must have been in my mid-thirties before I realized no-one would think I was gay if I didn't drain every glass of beer put in front of me. Not that there's anything wrong with that, of course!
Hehe... My nickname in London was "The Only American Who Can Drink" :smiley20:Quote:
Originally Posted by Corona Gigante
Yeah, the Old Ship is right along the river not far from Chiswick. When I was there, they were very famous for their flavoured vodkas. They had this wall with like 20 or 30 different flavoured vodkas behind the bar counter...
I used to work for TWI (as in Trans World Sport) by the Hogarth Roundabout in Chiswick. On serious pub nights, we'd take the walk down to the Ship, but if we just needed a beer, there's a pub next to the Fullers Brewery down there... Fox and Hound or something...
I still miss it sometimes...
I generally drink around E1 (Whitechaple and Shoreditch) as it's near work, and I have many a time left the pub with a full pint and had no problem. Pubs where I did most of my younger drinking (Dorset) used to sell 2 pint carry out cartons (like a milk carton), used to spill all down my shirt everytime.