Mo Vaughn. In NYC.
This was in 2004, when he was a Met and injured.
It was my (1st) bachelor party and about 20 of us were outside a steak place after dinner and grabbing cabs. Mo walks out of the restaurant by himself and one of my buddy's calls out to him. Turns out we're all going to the same strip club. He ends up sharing a cab with me and two of my friends to the place. HUGE diamond crusted watch. Totally chill. I vividly remember him saying, "Man, what do you want to get married for?"
We get there, walk in with him and he picks up the covers for the whole party. We parted ways as he headed to the VIP section. Last I saw of him he had one girl under each arm.