The time has come for one...

The time has come for one of my friends to say his ritualistic goodbye to the life of a single man. That's right... Bachelor Party season is upon us!

With this goal in mind, my eternal and beloved gang of idiots descended upon Day Dreams in Philly the other night. The building is a former warehouse that has been converted into a BYOB strip club. In many ways, it is still a warehouse of sorts (or at least retains much of its former industrial spirit).

The club is a large, LOUD and all-nude. The patrons are also large and loud. Thankfully, however, they are dressed! Most parties roll in with their own keg in tow, to give you a quick snapshot demographic! After a quick pat-down by security (YMMV) and a $20.00 cover charge (offensive), the staff reads the rules: