What the hell happened?

What a whirlwind the past 16-24 hours have been. I'm going to sum it up as succinctly as possible, but believe me, it's not easy to cram all this into one quick post. Any way as you can see from the last post, we're going to Atlantic City. We're going not for a bachelor party or anything like that, but we 6 are going down there to see the UFC fight. How cool is that?

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So the antics start early on as you can see when Danny's car runs out of gas en route (You're an adult for craps sake!). Yes, we have no gas on the Garden State Parkway. Luckily we've got some help as a pal is kind enough to swing by on his out to AC (he actually is going to a bachelor's party), and bring us some gas.

Now we're finally there at AC, and Seth makes googie eyes at the receptionist, so now we get our room for nearly half off! Nice! We drop off and head down to the all you can eat buffet. Luke, a good man indeed, proceeds to put on an incredible display, I dare say Homer Simpsonish in his gluttonly, some of the most impressive display of Alaskan King Crab legs devouring ever! He's got his own little system where he'll pick and pry out all the meat from the massive pile of legs on his plate and pile it all into one massive heap, where he then drowns the entire smorgasbord in drawn butter...Yummy, stinky fingers and a heart attack!

We get to the fight and incredibly, this goes without a hitch. Every single fight was exciting and there was plenty of action. If you were a fan of the reality show "The Ultimate Fighter" then you'd have recognized Nate Quarry and Forrest Griffin, who both won their respective matches (and in convincing fashion). Ringside you'd have seen Josh Koschek and Chris Leben, and even an appearance by Randy Coulture himself. Joe Rogan is still doing comentary for the UFC and that's ok, I like Joe.

After the UFC fights, we end up going back to the hotel, fight like bitches over the iron (what? we were wrinkly), get to the Bogarto, "talk" our way past that long line into a "hot" bar, that's got such a poor female to male ratio that it's a cockfest. We ring up a nearly $500 bar tab, and somehow get kicked out. Then we split up, some preferring boobies to blackjack, go back out in search of "dancing girls" while Luke and I stay in and try our hand at Texas Holdem. I actually win for once, but Luke takes a beating....

Next thing I know we're on our way back to NY, we've got an injured crew member, Danny's got what looks like a busted hand! Now it's 10am in the morning, none of us have slept or ate and we're waiting for x-rays. I'm all over the place, I know, but like I said. No sleep! Now I'm home. And I'm tired. Good bye. That will be all.