There we were, four guys sitting around on a friday night in the middle of summer wondering what we were going to do for our friend's bachlor party (one of the four). We didn't have much money and we wanted to do something cool for him because he had been a big jerk to us for so long. So we wanted to really celebrate his departure into death... I mean, marriage.
So we sat around talking about how cool it would be to go to Virginia Beach, where he first met his bride to be. After an hour of going back and forth about how it would be a bad idea, we hopped in a car and left. We had with us, a swimsuit, a change of clothes, a few bucks, a map, a frisbee, a loaf of bread and a jar of peanut butter (yeah we thought it out so well we brought breakfast, lunch and dinner -aka peanut butter). We piled into my friends 1988 Jeep Cherokee and headed West, it was Friday at 8pm. All of us had just worked and were ready to goof off.
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