e was sufficiently bacheloretted!
You guys, behind that sign is a wonderland of vodka red bulls and six packs and stereotypes. It was so full of carefully selected nostalgic songs and marines stripping off their dress blues and ethnically diverse half naked dudes whispering vaguely poetic things that e turned to me more than once, wait, did you write this?! indeed, it was an absurd and perfect evening, as if written. So as to not offend my Mother, please inquire within for more details.