I must therefore write up a somewhat coherent account of what, exactly, transpired at the Bachelor Party from Hell. I'd started getting into the (literal) fireworks when her battery started dying.
It was, in all, an interesting party/wedding, especially when the would-be best man is permafried and doesn't organize worth shit, and has to be replaced as best man at the last minute. (I organized the bachelor party, and it was... memorable. For reasons outside of my immediate control.)
Much silliness, in all.