We made the groom walk around the French quarter with an inflatable sheep that had a shot glass stuck in its bum. Every bar we went to, he had to do a sheep shot first-thing. Then we’d pass that poor ewe around and let anybody who wanted to do a sheep shot, and peeps would line up a dozen deep chanting SHEEP SHOT! SHEEP SHOT!

Groom’s brother had a little Hunter S Thompson starter kit and around 4am decided to bust out nose beers and next thing we knew he was studying the gutter on our hotel balcony (2nd floor) and then he spider-man’d onto it, slipped and fell into the shrubs below and we were like ohhh man this is bad. He scaled the gutter back up to the balcony and was good to go.

The father of the bride was invited. He and the groom shared a woman of the night.

I was working at a dance club and my boss asked me to stay late for an extra hundred. The owner's friend was having a bachelorette party, ended up sticking around for three more hours and earning almost six hundred in tips. Got to see some serious smoke shows trying their hand on the poles and stages, with varying degrees of success and skill.

Night ended with the bride-to-be sleeping with by my boss, three of her friends, and the dishwasher. I just pocketed the money and went home, and figured it was not my problem. In those days, I was drinking a lot and didn't care about a lot of things.