Joe Dong-Luna is getting married. He’s doing it. What follows that? A bachelor party.

As I was tasked with planning this shit show, I had a couple options. San Diego, LA, Mexico, and possibly Palm Springs. Since 6/8 of us golf… well I can’t golf, but I try. I figured a dessert littered with courses was the place to go.

As we depart Sacramento, landed having a couple shots…couple beers. The party has started. Sorry Joe.

With Chris and Preston driving up from San Diego, we happened to time it perfectly as we all arrived at the same time. Sorry joe.

Joe was a good boy and did’t want to take two days off work. So the pool it is.

As I venture deeper into the day, I can feel my consciousness slipping. Another shot… another beer…. Slowly slipping into a darkness of existence.

Unfortunately Joe’s plane hit some thunderstorms and had to re route. The boys being at an all time high of reconvening we had to go rage. See ya when we see ya joe.

As we dive deeper into our last night, energy is very high. The nice cops were doing a survey to see how drunk everyone was. Pretty cool he let me snap a few pics.

Night escalated very quickly once we saw an upstairs space available.

The picture above was the final one of the night. A success from the looks of it. Leaving with Mullin back to the house, we reminisce.

In closing, don’t go to fucking Scottsdale. Your body and mid will hate you.