Diamond 8 pool hall was the venue, and while I was hesitant to have the party there because we never play pool, I was glad I chose it after everything was over. We had a great time. I'm mostly amazed that so many people were involved and not a single person slipped up around Ben...he had no clue!
Those responsible for keeping him home and in his street clothes before it was time to get him to the pool hall fed him (and themselves...um, Mike) drinks to keep him from being suspicious, so he was a bit buzzed when he arrived, but not too bad. It seemed like everyone had a good time.
We kept busy with a pool table that was reserved for us throughout the party, plus we all took part in a few rounds of darts (Carly and I had our collective asses kicked BADLY, which totally surprised me), and video games.

The pool hall has karaoke every Friday night at 9:30, and Ben's been saying for a while now that he wanted to participate in a bit of karaoke, so things worked out well. I know Dave is an avid karaoke guy, so he broke the ice and everything went on from there. Tradition in our group has Dave opening the show singing "Secret Agent Man", and no one likes to break tradition.
The pool hall has karaoke every Friday night at 9:30, and Ben's been saying for a while now that he wanted to participate in a bit of karaoke, so things worked out well. I know Dave is an avid karaoke guy, so he broke the ice and everything went on from there. Tradition in our group has Dave opening the show singing "Secret Agent Man", and no one likes to break tradition.
The End.
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