EATFIEND: Mandatory Bloggery- LordBlah's Bachelor Party Oakland Part 1

Every once in a great while someone in our motley crew is lucky enough to trick a female to join him for the rest of his drunken life.
These are the events of LordBlah's bachelor party.
Three days of drunken shit-baggery. Total liver annihilation.

First day of the 2015 year and we were already experiencing complications.

Complication #1 being that we were worried LordBlah's suspended drivers license wouldn't grant him access to an airplane,

They gave him the whole nine. Questions, pat down, checking his suit case for bomb residues, etc.

Complication #2 was WhiskeySlimeMike being so hammered, WormTits and I thought for sure he wouldn't get thru security. But he pulled it off like a champ.

LordBlah wasn't so lucky. I'd also like to note that he was a few drinks deep and forgot to take his spiked belt off while walking through the metal detector. Burnt.

Obviously I had to preserve is glorious moment.

This officer was waving some wand around inside his suit case. I assume they were looking for drug/bomb making residues or some shit.

After that bullshit was over with, we had some spare time to kill. May as well kill it drinkin'!

Not sure why, but before I get on a plane I love to drink white Russians.

Then I chased it down with a nice IPA. Green Flash kills it.

WhiskeySlimeMike was already killing it.

Zero fucks given.

Like some big fat kids, we were stoked to get on the plane.

Instantly passed out before take-off.

After ordering myself a Jack and Coke, LordBlah hands me two more mini bottles to go with it!

Not sure how he does it, but people love to give this guy free alcohol. Literally everywhere he goes he drops the 'ol "I'm a chef! Moo-shoo Boo-shoo, blah blah blah...." routine, and he walks away with free booze! Gifted with words? Or do people just get sick of hearing him talk at a level 11 decible.

Either way, it works!

Lot's of blurry photo's. Get used to it. Something very unmanly about a suit case you drag.

WormTits and I only brought back paks. We prefer to live heavy and travel light.

WhiskeySlimeMike fact: This drunk sak of shit let his girl friend pak his suit case.

We landed in SFO and now it was time for our hour and a half commute to Oakland.

WhiskeySlimeMike and his piss stained clothes.

The kind stewardess' sent LordBlah packing with a whole barf bag of goodies like mini bottles or gin, vodka and tequila!

Instantly on the BART and he was out. It was hilarious.

AWAKEN AWAKEN AWAKEN AWAKEN!.....

In the heart of Oakland, we arrived to our home away from home for the next few days.

The Imperial Fuckin' Inn!

It was late since we took the last flight into town.

The room wasn't too shabby either. Just need a place to crash. Nos bigs deals.

After we dropped our shit off we found a wheel chair and started dicking around with it. LordBlah was pleased to be treated with such royalty! After all, it was his bachelor party!

Nothing but the best for you bub. Notice in the background WhiskeySlimeMike just collapses. Laying on that dirty ass ground.

After a brief rendezvous with CommanderNBeef, we all wound up at a nearby sushi bar to fix the hunger demons inside us all.

Cheers!

My roll ruled, Spicy tuna, cream cheese, cucumbers and jalapenos. I was in foodgasm country.

BullyBoyRusty even joined in on the trip. Then he proceeded to inhale this whole plate of sushi in record fucking time.

Chciken skewers with lemon juice for three bucks. Not a bad deal.

Here we have DonaldGately getting fed up with WhiskeyslimeMike eating all of his food like the fat fuck he is. So eventually, when Stinkys food arrived, Donald got his revenge.