Is he at least within a 20-mile radius? I head (from my mom) that Dad was shanghaied by his friends for his bachelor party and woke up the next day in a strange house in a town he’d never been to before. Fortunately the people who lived there were kind enough to feed him breakfast, and he managed to hitchhike home (it was 1970, when it was safe to do so).
Just to make him feel better, my husbands bachelor party occurred shortly after a local politician decided to start his run for Mayor and got lap dances banned. Well, not banned, but the dancers were not allowed to get within 6 feet of the patrons. He got a very, very lousy lap dance. Pissed me off too, it was his golden opportunity.
FYI, the politician did not become mayor. The law is now pretty much ignored. And the town was made fun of on several national television shows/news channels. Like Florida needed any more wacky news…
Then again, it could have been worse, they could have taken him to donate blood before the festivities. 
8:30 should be about the time one goes to bed after a big party night.
Yep - explaining missing underwear can be difficult.
On my stag, I got taken to a strip club (complete with ball and chain). At some point I ended up on the podium losing items of clothing. Some went missing - honestly, who really wants to steal my daks.
My best man had the job of profusely apologising to my wife-to-be and graciously replaced the missing jocks. Apparently the guys I was out with were impressed by my ability to retain my … composure … while two naked strippers were doing their best to arouse my … interest …
Si
Many years ago (OK, it was the 80s) I used to work on Mystery Bus Tours, the kind where you go to a few “mystery” nightclubs and serve cheap wine and cooler on the bus inbetween. We had lots of stag nights and used to prank the stag in some way as part of the entertainment. On one particular night, the party refused to tell us who the stag was. Whenever we asked, they told us the same story which was that they had got him drunk, taken his money and ID and put him on the train to Melbourne. We didn’t really believe them thinking it was just a ploy to avoid us pranking their friend…until the next week when the story appeared in the newspaper. Seems he had missed his wedding which was scheduled for the next day. I guess our stag’s friends really didn’t like the bride.
Well, he made it home, not unscathed!
His foot was very swollen and we took him to the hospital for an xray, which must have been horrid for him as he was very hung over. It is not broken, but it is a bad sprain, so he had to book off work for this week (which is good, actually, he can come to the town the wedding will take place in earlier then expected and he can help do stuff).
His best man does have a broken foot, though, and is in a walking cast for a few weeks.
I have been told bits and pieces: race to get into a dress that he then had to wear the rest of the day; paintball with only head protection (also, the dress); jumping off of a 30 foot bridge into a cold river; public humiliation in the dress; a LOT of alcohol; dinner at a pub; poker and the UFC fights; more alcohol; strippers, of which he missed out on because he was SO drunk he couldn’t sit still or he’d throw up; falling off of/down some ramp thing that resulted in a very nasty road rash along his neck; lost his cell phone and a friend had his bag stolen (camera and clothes inside).
Much fun was had, apparently.
Then the best man avoided jail?
Yes, he did not go to jail. Too bad.
Did he get a traffic cone? As the Brits say “It’s not a good night out unless you got a traffic cone!”.
Maybe he got a tattoo on his penis that says “Wendy.” Unless he’s aroused in which case it says “Welcome to Jamaica, mon, have a nice day!”
I’d rather go to work with a sprained foot.
I’m a little confused about the location of the “fun” in the above. Perhaps I’ll understand when i’m engaged :-P.
You’re a Peach. :rolleyes:
You would rather have a drunk driver driving around? Call me crazy, but I’d prefer to have him to go jail BEFORE he kills someone.
Drunk drivers are only evil when they’re someone you don’t know. (I’m half-kidding.)
Yes, exactly. He’ll be out drinking and driving again in no time. He hasn’t been forced to learn his lesson yet.
Why do bachelor parties often sound like some cruel hazing rituals for a fraternity? The paintball sounds fun, and dinner at a pub and poker, but that’s about it. I don’t understand why some guys feel the best way to usher their buddy out of his single life is to abuse the hell out of him. The best bachelor party I ever attended (and it wasn’t my own) involved a bunch of good friends hanging out for the day playing Ultimate, then we got cleaned up and went out to dinner, then back to one guy’s house for some beers, a little weed, some ping pong and shooting pool. Nobody went to the hospital, nobody got so drunk they got sick, etc.
Glad he had a good time.
To be honest, this bachelor party seemed less about what he wanted and more about what the best man wanted. We knew it would go that way, his friend is very selfish. Derek is a very laid back, non-partying type of guy.
If said friend had his way, the would have gone to Vegas, and then I would have been worried.
You’re not alone.
It ain’t my idea of fun, but if he had a good time, why crap on it? To each their own.