Constant Craving
June 26, 2007 | permalink

Saturday before last, we took The Sorta-Rican out of town for the day. I suppose it would be a bachelor party, except that there were none of those typical bachelor party things, like limos and strippers and blow.

No, instead we picked him up at 8am, bought some sandwiches and beer, drove upstate, and spent the rest of the day lazily drifting down the Delaware, basking in the sun. Occasionally one or another of us would jump in the water for a swim or a soak, but mostly we relaxed, drank beer, and talked shit. It was a truly glorious day for it, too.

Since we are on the subject (sort of), I have to say that I never really understood the stereotypical bachelor party mindset. I mean, parts of it, sure; who doesn't like to go out drinking with their friends? But strippers and lap dances? No, thank you. I'm probably going to have to turn in my man-card for this, but why on earth would anyone want to blow a bunch of money to see bored half naked women that you can't have? No thanks, I'd rather see my woman half naked and happy to be that way. And isn't the groom stressed out enough without being put in a position where he might feel guilty later? Like I said, I don't get it. Maybe I have it all wrong.

But I think I'm okay with that.

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i have some of the same questions about bachelorette parties.
like, why the fascination with the penis props? at the nightclub where i used to work, there were a lot of these parties, and for some reason, they always involved a lot of penis shaped things (straws, gummy candy, hats) and booze. and paying the bartenders to lapdance with them.
again, why? why do such things, rather than enjoy some quality time with friends? is that what some people call quality time?
so confused.

I find I am often puzzled and confused by people's behavior. Not that I am claiming to be a paragon of virtue and clean living, mind you; but I do try to at least be respectful of myself and others.

Maybe bachelor and bachelorette parties, because they are relatively rare, make good excuses for things that one wouldn't normally do? Maybe most people are just jackasses? We many never know the answers to these questions...

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