Ah, Bachelor Party Memories

It's that time of the year again. I seem to have been on a spate of bachelor parties recently, so I thought I'd share one memory that came awhile back. Names and locations have been omitted for the sake of everyone involved.

A group of 8 are at [popular NYU college bar], where a dance party has broken out. The place is, understandably, full of underage NYU types. Figuring that the bachelor would soon be a popular man, the best man informed the DJ that there was a soon-to-be-ex-bachelor in residence. The underage types blinked, look at the guy and resumed dancing, shifting away from the guy as if he had announced he was fungus-laden.

We ducked out five minutes later.