joshua's bachelor party was last night. he went out with the boys for a pretty stereotyical night: sports and strippers. they met up at andrew and matt's, had dinner at gretzky's, drinks, wandered downtown, went to the stippers, ended up back at zach's. josh cabbed home around 5:30 this morning and woke me up being sick. i swear i'm marrying the loudest puker in the world.
i am happy that things fell into place [it was touch and go with plans and people for a little while] and that josh ended up having a great night out. i am 100% okay with him having had private dances with apparently the hottest girl in the strip club. the only thing that bothered me was when josh and the guys started tweeting/texting that josh was going to get a tattoo. that said jamz. for justin, andrew, matt, zach. ridiculous, right?! but sometimes josh is easily swayed, and those are some convincing boys, and there had been quite a lot of intoxication going on. i was momentarily terrified. then doubtful. then almost entirely certain it was a hoax. but i'd be lying if i said i wasn't relieved when josh came home, and i saw he didn't have any gauze covering a terrible, impulsive, middle-of-the-night, sketchy, hepatitis-exposed tattoo.
i have no idea how someone could handle a bachelor party the night before the wedding, as is the tradition. the odds of the groom waking up hung over are astronomically high, and the bride would have a hell of a time getting her beauty sleep, not knowing what sorts of trouble the boys may be getting her man into. |