Thanks to Shinesty Jackets, My Bachelor Party Went Viral

Bachelor parties are never about blending in. No, this is a time to celebrate in the most raucous and outlandish manner feasible. While Vegas is seemingly the ideal destination, you don’t need an artificial, neon-drenched metropolis for the ultimate bacchanal. Not when Louisville, Kentucky exists.

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Louisville ticks all the right boxes for revelry: innumerable whiskey distilleries, a bustling downtown scene, and the opportunity to frivolously gamble, courtesy of Churchill Downs horse track. (Plus, everything is one-tenth the price than in Sin City.) So, for my drunken send off into marital bliss, I tapped my best friends and one guy we keep around to be the butt of our jokes—hi Roselli!—and we headed to the Bluegrass state.


Churchill Downs had very kindly offered us clubhouse access and a behind-the-scenes tour of the famed grounds, and the group was ecstatic when we locked it in. Now, if you’re going to a horse track, you’re expected to dress to the nines, but that doesn’t mean you have to be all stuffy about it. So I pinged Shinesty, makers of fun party clothes, to see if they’d be open to outfitting us with some blazers befitting our rag-tag group of misfits. They leapt at the chance and said to expect a box at our hotel.

What Shinesty sent was incredible. Nine matching “Horsing Around In Kentucky” blue and white printed blazers for my posse and one bright pink one for me. Killer. Bedecked in our loud fineries, we hit the track.

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Gwen Davis

When you’re traveling in a large pack of half-sloshed dudes dressed alike, you expect to stand out. You don’t expect one eagle-eyed woman to paparazzi you from across the grounds and send a video to a fratty Instagram aggregator. And you sure as hell wouldn’t expect it to rack up a half-million views. And yet:

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I’ve never gone viral before, nor had any of the other “Brads and Chads,” as we were lovingly called in the comments. And some of those comments were pure gold, especially in response to the post’s caption: “You see this group coming at you from across the bar. Wyd?”

“Shouldn’t bother hiding my girl, it’s already too late.”

“I just threw up a little in my mouth.”

“Try to figure what I did wrong with my life to be in the same bar with these guys.”

“Immediately throwing down a Juul pod and watch them scramble.”

“Straight kicks to the dick!!”

One commenter got it right: “Find out where they got those fly jackets!” Shinesty, my friend.

For our group, it was a total laugh. “This post has more comments than all of my past Instagram posts, Facebook pictures and AOL IM away messages combined. I’m proud,” one of my friends texted.

Another fellow DM’d the woman who’d sent the video in, who responded, “Oh my god. I am so so so sorry about that… I’d just been in the paddock at the races and then walked upstairs and saw you guys in there and couldn’t believe I missed ya’ll. I’m so sorry! Can I get you tickets to the derby to make up for this?”

No need, madam. You’ve given us an incredible story that we’ll tell for years to come.

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