Fictional: I was getting married in less than 3 weeks and none of my groomsmen had planned a bachelor party for me. see I never really has good friends, never a bff or a best friend, nothing like that. my groomsmen were 3 guys from college, I hadnt seen in like 4 years, but its all who I could come up with. So I ended up planning my own bachelor party, I rented a 5 person suite downtown Indianapolis, on the floor overlooking Lucas Oil Stadium. a facny dinner then, tickets to a baseball game, was going to a breweries and then bar hoping. I was hoping one of them would suggest going to a titty bar but I couldnt really plan that, considering my wife to be knew I was planning things. so the day comes around, I meet all 3 guys at a downtown fancy steakhouse. well they all got there before I did and was already eating by the time I walked in.. so I didnt get to eat much, they all were under the impression I was paying for everything.. so none of them had money (so they said), so I paid like $400 bucks for dinner, then we all went to the game, which things got weird, they all were ordering me around to get them beers and snacks and go get me a hat, stuff like that.. so I did all that.. thinking.. well I am asking them to be in my wedding.:.. so after the game we went to the beer place, and boy those guys could drink. all of them are big guys, over 6’ tall, big builds.. and here I am short and fat. anyways.. we walked around downtown to more bars and with everybar they became more and more .. aggressive I guess the word is.. like more demanding and pushy.. never mean though.. I had like 10 drinks in me by the time we made it back to the hotel….. to be continued