Pulled a fast one, opened a dummy bank account with $100, paid taxes on the interest, voila – state residency status. Neato trick.

Actually, one of the worst Bachelor Parties made a stop at the Safe House. The best man had visions of a Tom Hanks-esque shin-dig. At the Safe House, the groom’s beverage of choice for his Hail was… wait for it… Merlot. (to the uninitiated, a “Hail to the Chief” is more of an experience than a drink – the person getting it is taken downstairs into a dark room and sat in a chair, which then is later hoisted up through a secret trap door in the dance floor while music and lights go off and “Hail to the Chief” is played. Maybe Alex could fill in the gaps.)

Other highlights? Several breeches of the code of silence which I must endure to this day from my wife “People seriously let the stripper do (censored) to (censored) while (censored)ing?!!?” (no, years later I’m still not spilling the beans). The other kicker? The best man started dating the stripper. That made outing out with the whole group of friends a bit awkward (because of the above breech).

(I’d second the suggestion – if you’re ever in Milwaukee, have someone take you to the Safe House, just not for a Bachelor Party. It’s something to experience at least once. Yes it is corny theme, but its authentic corny theme and not mass produced chair bar/restaurant theme.)