For a whole slew of reasons (including good taste), there was not a lot of debauchery at Daniel's bachelor party. No prostitutes, no strippers,
no belly dancers, even. It was truly a bachelor occasion. Instead, we went and enjoyed a fine, fine meal in a private room at J.J.'s Steakhouse, which is consistently rated as
the finest steakhouse in the Los Angeles area. At the end of the meal, we asked the waiter to take a picture of us. I have a picture of the bill,
but you won't see it here because to this day Daniel has no idea what it cost. His meal was our gift to him. Hope you enjoyed it, buddy!
(standing, l-r: Andrew, Paul, Quentin, Joel;
sitting: me, Daniel, John)
© June 28, 2001 by Patrick H. Martin, V