"Well I just had one. But Bushmills is Irish too see," he explained. Their respective drinks were set in front of them and Robert paid for them.
"Bachelor party stories are usually ridiculous and a little shameful," he sighed. "My mates literally kidnapped me from my bed. If I wouldn't have recognized their voices and their snickering, I would have probably panicked. They put a bag on my head and roped me up and hauled me to the back of a truck and off we went all the way to Dublin the lot of us,," he shook his head smiling. "They had arranged with my secretary so that I could have a few days off with no problems while partying on another continent."
Where were those guys now? He hardly even knew them anymore. The marriage had taxed so much from him.