Start - Back end of Palo Alto Trader Joes Parking lot, by the rail road tracks and Embarcadero

Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to mourn the passing of a legendary Bachelor. While his crude chauvinist jokes will likely continue long after any nuptials, they won't have quite the same touch of creepiness or enthusiasm that being able to deliver on sexual threats can provide. Cries of "Show your tits" will be preceded with nervous glances around to make sure the wife isn't looking, and we've been told that groping may be right out (unless he gets her drunk enough to do the groping for him). A sad day indeed, Ladies.

But the deed isn't done yet. And so there will be one more trail hared by our still (tenuous) bachelor. Expect a FHAC-U Style pub crawl through the worst bits of Palo Alto, and feel free to get drunk, since you won't have to work on the 4th anyway!

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