Another One Bites the Dust

Yesterday was a splendid, albeit long, day.
As I have mentioned before, one of my buddies decided to get married next Friday, so of course we had to throw him a bachelor party.
6.30 We opened their front door with a key he himself lent us, cranked up the volume on the instruments and had some buddies on the outside fire up the cans of calcium carbide. Two moderate explosions and one angry next door neighbour later the soon-to-be happy couple was awake and downstairs to the soothing sounds of our cacophony. After some pancakes and eggs sunny side up for breakfast, our bachelor was in a merry mood and at nine o' clock we were off with a band of fifteen merry men.
First stop, a recording studio where he was to record his first solo single.
A couple of takes later we were off to a couple of exhilarating games of laser tag, which left us drenched and parched.
Then off to lunch and the beer tasting. Some very bad jokes, a lot of glasses of beer and some sodas (for those of us who actually had to transport the others) we headed towards our penultimate activity: dinner.
Two hours of all-you-can-eat buffet seemed like a good idea at the time. And it proved to be so.
Then we hit the bars and clubs, busting some moves on the dance floor, kicking it back at another bar, shouting along to the songs being played at yet a third. At the end of the night his blushing bride-to-be joined us, along with a copule of her friends and the merriment continued until we finally dropped our party boy off at his home, where we would meet hime less than 12 hours later for our next rehearsal.
If we keep up this trend, we will actually party for an entire week once the last of the band members gets hitched.

Here goes to my voice returning within the hour. (T minus 6 days)