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And now to the Atlantic City/Bachelor Party Review...

I'll start by telling you that the picture above was taken at the big dinner on Saturday night. About five minutes after I snapped the picture with my camera phone (impressive, I know), one of the guys punched another guy in the face. I'm told that the punch was thrown because of a mixed-up drink order, and who hasn't punched someone over a drink? They were both kicked out of the hotel, and then, in a move that defines the word "irony", they got a room together at another hotel. Obviously, people can be both fighters and lovers.

As for the gambling portion, some won, some lost and some just got lost. If you listened to my audioblog from the casino floor you know that I was one of the people that just got lost. I think I spent the better part of three days wandering the casino asking where the "Regis" slot machines were located.

Yea, Regis Philbin even has his own slot machines. The man is more of a currency than a human at this point.

The drinking was non-stop and caused much drunkeness. I drank mostly Bud Light for some strange reason, which you literally pee out exactly the same amount of as you drink in. That doesn't even seem scientifically possible but I assure you it's true.

The strip club had some of Atlantic City's finest strippers, also know as the Vegas rejected strippers. I don't know that it's ethical to reveal what went down at the strip club, but I can tell you that my brother didn't bring his underwear back to the hotel.

The eating was excessive and often illogical. Let me be very clear about this next sentence: There is NO reason to eat a Philly Cheesesteak at 6 am under any circumstances. ESPECIALLY after you ate something called a FatBurger at 3 am. Why? Why?? Why would I do such a thing???

One morning, I'm not sure if it was Friday or Saturday, I had about 8 cups of coffee, which led to an event in the bathroom that is beyond words, so I'll just leave it at that.

On a comedic level, you know there had to be one, I had two chats with Lewis Black, who was performing at the Borgata over the weekend. I know Lewis from my days as a Daily Show intern, so we chatted about that as well as some stuff that only comedians can/should talk about. He gave me a couple words of advice that'll fuel the fire for a couple months, at least.

Overall, it was a great weekend with a bunch of great guys. My brother even won 1,500 bucks in a final, drunken run of blackjack. Not bad, especially considering he wasn't even wearing underwear.

The weekend was one I won't forget, which is strange, because by all accounts, I shouldn't remember any of it...