So here are some PG photos to accompany this previous entry about the bachelor party I attended last weekend in Chicago.
The man of the hour...er...weekend. Some of us flew in on Friday night and had a low key night of some deep dish pizza, beers at the apartment and then went out for a few more beers and nachos.
Nachos!
Jump!
Allan is a flying jumping monkey on our way to the Cubs game.
The best man and the groom show off their flighty coordination.
Jesse and friends. Go red sox!
Stan reppin his hometown Mets.
The game day weather started off nice, with a slight chill...
But before long, it became cold and...windy, as the city is known for.
Nonetheless, Allan still manages to pull of a Blue Steel.
Me and Mike. I think I'm pulling an aborted Blue Steel.
Jesse pulls out his ear muffs. It's okay though, because it's his weekend and it's his party and he can wear ear muffs if he wants to.
This is funny to me because Mark looks like a little person. Mark done shrunk himself!
And it's amazing to see Allan jump so high when he....has no lower legs.
Jesse attempting to take a photo of his junk with Allan's cell phone. That is brotherly love, kids.
Post steak dinner. Guess how many people at this table are NOT doctors? Here's a freebie hint: I'm not one.
After dinner, we went to Hogs and Honeys which should be renamed Bachelorette Parties R Us. I sort of stopped taking photos around this point. Thanks to Mike for taking over camera duties...
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Justin wins a bar contest where he had to take off the girls bra through her shirt and then put it on himself. Yay.
Just a really hot girl riding the bull...
Hours later back at the apartment. Jesse and his new shirt.
W = WINER.
Congrats again Jesse--See you in a few weeks in Tucson. I think there's still time to convince Steph about tuxedo t-shirts.