Some particularly horrible things happened around the world over the past couple of days. But one thing we can count on at any time is Bill Murray, off somewhere, being delightful. And so it goes that Murray happened to be at a steakhouse in Charleston, wearing a fishing vest (obviously, isn’t that what you wear to a steakhouse?), when a guest from a bachelor party went over and asked him to come say a few words to the groom-to-be, EJ. Murray initially declined. But then later on, he showed up suddenly at EJ’s bachelor party and gamely doled out some relationship advice for the single gents. Who, of course, were eating this up. Keep reading »
Surprise: not much about my engagement and upcoming wedding will be especially traditional. We’re doing it at City Hall. I’m keeping my last name. I’ll wear a dress that I already own. It won’t be white. We’re not having a rehearsal dinner, or monogrammed “Mr.” and “Mrs.” slippers, or 300 goddamned mason jars covered in doilies.
One wedding tradition that is really important to my fiancé, though, is his bachelor party. “It’s an excuse for a party!” he keeps saying. Kale loves an excuse for party like I love a new baby panda video on YouTube.
Alas, despite offers of a coed bachelor/bachelorette party and all the ideas in the world from my girl friends (movie night! spa day! drinking and dancing!), my enthusiasm meter for my own bachelorette extravaganza ranges from meh to meh. Keep reading »
I still don’t understand why bachelor/bachelorette parties need to involve strippers. Can’t everyone just go make pottery or something? Whatever. I guess that’s none of my concern. Here’s a story that will make you think twice about celebrating your last days of singledom with strippers. Back in November of
2012 2010, Philadelphia groom-to-be, Patrick Gallagher, was expecting a grand ol’ time when he purchased the “Bachelor’s Package” at a local strip club. The special bachelor treatment included him joining strippers onstage for a special show. That’s when things went very wrong. Keep reading »
“But Andie, it’s your last chance at freedom!”
This is what my father told me when I informed him that I wouldn’t have a bachelorette party, and instead would go camping with Patrick and all our best Texas friends.
My dad was disappointed that his daughter wouldn’t be vomiting behind a strip club at 3 a.m. But I just got back from a wonderful camping weekend, and I’m confident in saying that I don’t feel any less “free” for opting not to spend a few hours in close proximity to a banana thong. Keep reading »
I usually don’t find myself cheering for lawsuits, but this one is an exception: a jilted bride from Chicago is suing her ex-fiancé for the costs of the wedding after he cheated on her at his Las Vegas during his bachelor party and then called the wedding off when he got caught.
Pardon my ’90s expression, but “You go, girl!” Keep reading »
“Oh no!” My boyfriend started moaning. “This is not going to be a classy affair! Do I have to go?”
As far as invitations go, this one was direct: Montreal. Drinking. Strippers. Ah, yes, an invitation to a bachelor party from one of his high school buddies.
“He’s one of your best friends,” I shrugged. “It would hurt his feelings if you bailed.”
“But it’s going to be awwwwwwwful!”
And that’s how I found myself in the rather odd position of a woman who has less of a problem with her guy going to a bachelor party than he does. Keep reading »