I got in about 3:30 this morning from Mike Dicurci's bachelor party. I was the old man of the crowd, complete with a minivan. Most of the guys had come from Cedarville University, the world's most conservative christian school in the world - no drinking, dancing, gambling or prostitution allowed. We stripped Mike down, blind folded him, and made him pick out an outfit from a pile of really ugly clothes, including a set of underwear that looked like an elephant, complete with a trunk. We headed out to Xochimilco's in Mexican Town in downtown Detroit, had great mexican food and margaritas and then headed over to the Windso casino. The idea was to start the night off by each of us gambing $10 for 30 minutes and give Mike the winnings at the end. Mind you, this is a group of guys from Cedarville who had, most of who had never gambled. We sat at the table for about thirty minutes and walked away with $700 for Mike. Amazing. I won about $400, Ken Buck about $130 and other guys with a hundred each. The look was great on Mike's face (not sure if it was the tequila or having that much money handed to him). We played some more and then headed back across the border, getting stuck in a long line at customs. We hit the duty free shop (What's duty, anwways) on the way back and stocked up. (The duty free shop had the phrase "Hors Taxes" on top of it. Anyone know what that means?) The customs lady was susicious of the fact that we were at a bachelor party in Windsor yet hadn't gone to the strip clubs. We shared some comments that we felt were humerous, including volunteering Mike for a body cavity search and made it through.