Okay, so for Zyfron and Mystics’ stag party, pre-wedding, we went bar-hopping. Both us and Zy were on the wagon for the night, but that’s fine, because the first bar had something way more awesome to do:
IT HAD A MECHANICAL BULL.
Zy and Mori made a solemn pact to see who would last longer while riding. They each did three rounds. The result: A TIE! We still have bruises on our thighs, and of course I drew it all (and other members of the bridal party took video, which I’m sure will end up SOMEWHERE at some point).
Drunk Alaskans, by the way, are the BEST audience. I highly endorse riding the bull at the Gaslight in Anchorage any day of the week. Mori says that between the bull, the poledancing stage, and the jukebox, she has experienced everything she’d ever want to in a bar.