Here's a recipe for disaster: have your NOLA bachelor party the weekend after you come back from a trip to Vegas. Oh, sure, it was a work trip to Vegas; however, since I learned how to run a much smoother trade show, I actually got to hang out with my coworkers and they are just as much a bunch of gambling/drunk degenerates as I am. The most painful of these nights was spurred by one of my bosses leading the way to terrible decisions. Needless to say, I had a blast. Now, by the time you read ...
