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Where to begin? This is a place that you must visit before you die, gentelmen. And to think, after our first night in Vegas, we were thinking about not even going!
Backstory: three guys on their bachelor party, three days. One night in Vegas: fun. Two nights in Lake Havasu: Incredible. I believe the words out of my mouth when we arrived at the sandbar (where most of these pictures were taken) was "I was not prepared for this."
Let the photo documentation begin...
This is Hirsch with the bartender at the bar down the walkway from our hotel there.
At some point we realized we could simply say "hey, it's a bachelor party - how about taking some pics with the bachelors" and no one could say no. These were some sisters at the bar:
Once we got to the sandbar and docked our boat, it was just crazyness. Not quite Girls Gone Wild crazy, but just about:
We all agreed that this chick was the hottest. Perfect 10 body, if you don't mind the fake boobs:
After you've recovered from that sensory barrage, check back and I'll tell you a funny story from later that night...
Hirsch decided to play a joke on Raju. He dropped a deuce in a cooler (for some reason, we were all infatuated with the concept of the Icy Mike all weekend):
and then scooped it into a styrofoam container that contained leftovers from last night's dinner:
and put it in the fridge. When Raju came in a bit later complaining of hunger, Hirsch offered him his "leftovers". Raju gratefully accepted:
When he discovered what was inside, he was none too pleased:
Later that night, we met these girls who were in the room 2 floors above ours:
They were being friendly with us until their boyfriends came out and started talking trash. Some heated words were exchanged, and then Hirsch hatched a plan:
He got out the container from the fridge (yes it was still there - notice the styrofoam container), and fired a non-armored deuce at their balcony door. He scored a direct hit:
The next morning as we were all packing up, the manager stopped into our room. He said something like "This is going to make you laugh... I don't quite know how to say this... but there was a complaint from the people upstairs that... well... did anyone throw some poop last night?" Evan and I laughed (but not too hard) and said sorry no, but that's a good one. We exited unscathed. The victims actually saw us later in the parking lot as we were all leaving but being 2 against 9, they could only mouth obscenities to us to register their displeasure.
In summation, a fun time was had by all.
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