Return of Bachelor Nights!
When I was living in LA, a graduate school classmate got me hooked on watching the Bachelor as comic stress relief from our ultra-competitive daily studies. When we became roommates a year later, we turned the Bachelor into a roommate bonding event where we would laugh at and criticize everyone on the show over wine and cheese. After watching enough episodes to notice a pattern of repetition and predictability in all of the contestant's cheesy sayings and confessions (it doesn't take too many episodes to figure this out), we turned the show into a fun, interactive, weekley drinking game.
After watching the last Bachelor with Jen Scheft, it was so horrible that we swore off of watching the show ever again. But we're both in NY now and couldn't resist reinstating a bit of LA nostalgia. Thus, we've returned for another round of getting drunk off of the Bachelor.
Before the show started, we went out for sushi at a place called Ichiro in the Upper East side. My friend was craving a place that mixes different ingredients together into creative rolls, which is exactly what Ichiro does. It's not the most authentic way to eat sushi, but the fish is fresh, and the rolls are tasty and fun to eat.
After dinner, we went back to the apartment armed with leftover sushi and the hefty remains of a bottle of plum wine. The first episode was already drama packed. My friend and I assessed each girl that walked out (too old, too young, too ditzy, cute, gorgeous, likeable, etc.). High drama ensued after the bachelor chose who to keep and who to drop. One of the girls that got dropped threw a huge tantrum, screaming about how her eggs were going to rot and questioning the bachelor on his motives (which, in her mind, should have been to chose a girl solely for reproductive purposes)!
The Bachelor to us is what football is to guys-an opportunity to get drunk with friends, shout, laugh and watch a bunch of crazy people run around on TV.
After watching the last Bachelor with Jen Scheft, it was so horrible that we swore off of watching the show ever again. But we're both in NY now and couldn't resist reinstating a bit of LA nostalgia. Thus, we've returned for another round of getting drunk off of the Bachelor.
Before the show started, we went out for sushi at a place called Ichiro in the Upper East side. My friend was craving a place that mixes different ingredients together into creative rolls, which is exactly what Ichiro does. It's not the most authentic way to eat sushi, but the fish is fresh, and the rolls are tasty and fun to eat.
After dinner, we went back to the apartment armed with leftover sushi and the hefty remains of a bottle of plum wine. The first episode was already drama packed. My friend and I assessed each girl that walked out (too old, too young, too ditzy, cute, gorgeous, likeable, etc.). High drama ensued after the bachelor chose who to keep and who to drop. One of the girls that got dropped threw a huge tantrum, screaming about how her eggs were going to rot and questioning the bachelor on his motives (which, in her mind, should have been to chose a girl solely for reproductive purposes)!
The Bachelor to us is what football is to guys-an opportunity to get drunk with friends, shout, laugh and watch a bunch of crazy people run around on TV.
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