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Just hosted my brother’s bachelor party the other day. I must admit I got myself completely worked up over the whole thing. I worked myself into a frenzy wanting everything to be just so.
I have this idealized picture of myself as Buddha, unconcerned and unattached to any outcome. In reality I am control freak and when I plan something I become obsessed on it being realized as I conceived it. It’s really pretty embarrassing.
Regardless of my own emotional shortcomings the day was a lot of fun and it seemed that everyone present had a good time, including and especially our bachelor. Even if I was born with only one brother, my sisters have married some great guys and now I have lots of great brothers-in-law. It was great to have them along. For those of you who couldn’t come, you were missed.
Someone said that one of the members of my party came along to appease me. If so, I don’t care. I hope they had a good time anyway.
I also heard that the bride to be was angered that one of our activities was a gentleman’s club. For that I apologize but I would do the same every time. The groom is not in charge of their bachelor party, just a victim of it. During the course of my bachelor party, all my friends were ditched and we did all manner of things that I really did not want to do. So in short, that’s the way it goes. I’m sorry you didn’t get a say. I didn’t either. I guess that does not make it right, but it was somewhat satisfying to get my brother back after all those years.
I guess that’s it for now.
Say hi to your mother for me.
I got lots of nice things for Chirstmas but one of the most clever was a gift from one of my best friends. She bought a draw your own mug for me and Thing 1 provided the drawing talent. Here I am drinking out of it. See how happy I am? Or maybe see how hammy I am? Maybe both.
