Which is otherwise known as a bachelor party. As Chelsea and I will be getting married in less than two weeks (!), I suppose I was due for one. Luckily I have some great friends, that treated me to a weekend to remember in New York City. They kept most of it a secret to me, all I knew was that we were going to have a good time. Here is a view from our hotel room out over the Hudson.
You probably can’t see it, but there is a battleship (Intrepid maybe?) that has been featured in a number of movies in the background. Anyway our hotel was definitely in a prime location, as you can see below:
If you can’t tell, we were right on Times Square. This place (as well as most of NYC I”m sure) was a hotbed of activity, even into the wee hours of the morning. I’m still amazed when I think how his area ended up being decorated in huge bright signs.
This is a picture of most of the crew, on one of our stops into the subway. I’m sure David is telling jokes – they didn’t stop all weekend. Thanks again to all the guys that made it out, we can definitely say that we did a bachelor party in New York City the right way.
..:: NJ Brideau ::.. 
A New Yorker walks into a gas station in Ireland and asks the attendant for some petrol. “No gas, sorry.” So then he asks to fill up the oil – “no oil buddy, sorry.” So he complains, “what kind of station is this – no gas, no oil?”
The attendant responds quietly, “we’re actually a front for the I.R.A.”
The snide New Yorker replies, “well, could you at least blow up my tires?”