Gabe: Dressed up in a pink dress and also taken down Mill Ave. at ASU. A random guy yelled out to him, "Hey, Dennis Rodman! What's up?" Yes, a full-grown man wearing a pink dress milling around a bunch of college students on a Saturday night very well could have been mistaken for Dennis Rodman. Cigars got into this one too.
Eric: Dressed him out in a full-sized Darth Vader outfit and we took him all over Tucson. Dinner with Darth Vader. Bumper boats with Darth Vader. Everything we could find to do with our friend Darth Vader. The evening turned a little towards the unusual when the women from the bachelorette party met up with us at Friday's. The bride-to-be was dressed up as Princess Leia with the whole disc-braids on the side of her head. Apparently, good-old Darth inadvertently intended to marry his daughter.
Charlie: Dressed up in a jail-striped uniform and forced to carry a bowling ball which had literally been chained to his ankle. A little precarious when we convinced him to climb up onto a Harley Davidson (for a picture) that was raised four feet off of the ground on a platform. One slip of the bowling ball (attached to his ankle) and that one could have been a disaster. I feel like cigars were involved somewhere on this one too.
The rest of my bachelor party run down is rather tame compared to these ones in our early to mid-twenties.
