Floating on cloud nine.

We had a post stag night for Tommy last weekend.


Why does it sound so weird? Post stag night? What does it mean a post stag night?


Well it was called a post stag night because Tommy is already married at the point of the night. This also means there will not be any hanky panky like the traditional stag night. No women allowed, including strippers or whoever we would like to include. If we do that, the wife would have cut out our balls and sell them to Darfur.


Well then what could a bunch of guys do? We are straight enough not to be blowing each other in Taboo style. We do what we do best and happy enough. We drank. We brought enough alcohol up to the joint to kill a whole farm of weed growing hippies of the Golden Triangle.


A cheap room up in the hills. Cold foggy weather. Weird knocking sound from below and swallows flying round and round in a room next door. The weird sound goes louder and louder when we ignored them. Two drunk people sitting out at the balcony. Something wants us to notice it's there. We were just too drunk to give a shit about it. It goes loud and faster. I threw a beer can below. Let's hope it didn't follow me home.


The payment of the room came free for me as I won the poker game that night that cover my share of the room. Besides I went up with one bottle of Vodka. But I came down with less than 15 cans of beer and a quarter of Johnny Walker Green Label. It must have been my lucky weekend.