Anyway, the only reasons I went out of the Bronx, was to look for
business, and the clubs in the city on weekends. The bachelor’s party was the
day before the wedding, and the guys dragged me to it. I didn’t really want
to go that either. Things hadn’t been going too good, and I really wasn’t into any
kind of partying. But, three pals showed up with a few bottles of Zinfandel. When
the bottles were empty, we went out for some fresh air. Once outside we decided
to go for some pizza, and what do you know the pizza is next to the subway. So,
we decided to go the groom’s place, which turns out to be in Astoria, and suddenly there I was at the bachelor party.
It lasted all night,
we mostly played cards, drank some more, and reminisced about old times. Some
girls came over for a bit, but it wasn’t a raunchy, rowdy thing. It was just a
bunch of old friends having a good time, and wishing the groom well. One of the
guys painted an old bowling ball gold, plugged a chain into it at one end, and
a fetter at the other. It was his gift to the groom. The guys thunk it was a cool joke, and laughed, but the girls got miffed and pooh it.
“Tamawa me pal, ya gon gits ya ass tied ta diz hea!” He said it with a smile as he held the ball up in the air by the fetter.
“Be tied rite ta ya ass foda rest of ya life, me man,” someone else added.
“Yea dudio, ya gots time ta change ya mind,
ya na.” Charles put his two cents in too, and we all cracked up.
"He hee heee...haw haw haw," we laughed and passed the wine.
"He hee heee...haw haw haw," we laughed and passed the wine.
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