It's our way of 'giving someone the roses while they can still smell them'.like Kanye says. As each friend (in our close group of friends) got married, the bar of creativity and execution was raised for each bachelor party. Rambo Day actually began months earlier.maybe even years earlier. Another wasteful $40 or so dollars.but we had come this far.why let Rambo wear the wrong boots?Īs we babbled on about the random remaining details, giving Ryan his instructions for the morning (a complicated set of tasks for someone who had never been to Westerly, RI).Rosso and I suddenly looked at each other and one of us asked a very valid question. He was heading to Walmart in the morning.so, we added black combat boots to his list. All of us had written down our last minute lists of things that needed to get done before 9am the next day. We had just parted ways with him at the bar. The whole plan -the arrest, the blindfold, the spray tan, and the Rambo transformation- had to unfold in a couple hours…the town was sleeping.and we suddenly had a high alert boot crisis. Ryan and Todd had just arrived in RI a few hours earlier, and Rosso and I were doing our best to fill them in on their pivotal responsibilities. We were peaking into the nning Ryan (our big shot Sheriff) through the logistics of how we were going to transform this tanning salon into a make-believe police station at 8am the next morning. RAMBO needs boots! When this popped into our heads, we were standing in a dark parking lot, outside of Extreme Tan. It was the night before Rambo Day.maybe around 1am when we suddenly realized that we forgot to track down combat boots that would fit RAMBO.
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