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The Unity Road Writings - No Cliches. Just A Band Of Brothers

6 days to go. 

I've never been big on the party scene. I'm not one that has interest in hitting the bars, clubs, or even going out and taking in the nightlife of the city. In true syndication with my personality, I've always been the type that is content with relaxing and watching a game. I just like to chill, if you will. So when the topic of planning one's bachelor party began to bud from an idea into full fledged planning and reality, I was curious as to what was to come from my best men. 

In the days leading up to the event, I received word on several variations on a day planned around celebrating what will soon-to-be a dead bachelor life. Activities such as paintball, dinner, lounges, bars, and a night out in New York City were all on tap. However, after a few scheduling conflicts caused a fall through, none of the aforementioned occured.

What happened instead was one of the lamest bachelor parties in the history of mankind, but one that I wouldn't change if you gave me all of the funds and time in the world. 

After playing a few pickup basketball games, we hung out for the remainder of the night drinking, chatting, debating, reminiscing, and watching a controversial Mayweather/Ortiz fight. 

And while the day wasn't one filled with extreme occurrences, or over-the-top happenings that can draw parallels with the Hangover, it was a bachelor party that I am very proud of. 

Nothing vulgar or obscene. 

Nothing cliche.
And most importantly, very unorthodox, which is something I've always been proud of. 

It was simply about a band of brothers

Yesterday was about spending a day with four guys I've had many good times with, shared many memories with, and have been fortunate enough to have a bond-ship with. 

For what more can a guy need or want heading into 9.24?

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