The other night I went to my first dude barn party. Due to my hectic schedule (and general lameness) I missed all the prior festivities so this one had a lot to live up to. Rumor was these parties got out of hand -- cake in the ceiling fan, burning shoes and other debauchery. I even secured myself a designated driver in the hopes of getting "sketchy." I'll be honest. This Dude Barn fiasco was a little on the lame side. Granted I left at 11:30, but the promised rap act did not perform and instead there was a DJ. (And no one comes to a dude barn party to…