It's getting around that time of the year when I have to check my incessant partying and start planning my buddy's bachelor party. This is a first for me, and--in truth--something I have been wanting to do for some time now. Not just for anyone, but for this friend in particular.
See, there's background involved. This poor guy never got a chance to see even 1% of all the adventures you and I have seen. He got married right after college to a woman he thought loved him, a life-sucking vegetable who gave up any desire to develop a skill or build on her talents in order to stay at home and order him around like the butler she always needed. While you and I went to a Punk show, or camping, or walked to see the dawn after a night-long bender, this guy bent over backwards to make his home, family, and marriage work. Just to see it all fall apart...
Not this time, let's hope. And this time, it can start off the right way. This time I'll be there to ensure my pal gets the right sort of sendoff to loving slavery, instead of being thousands of miles away, powerless to see my friends' lives take shape.
Between music, dancers, booze, and food, as well as a place to fit it all, I imagine I'll be dropping about 1-2 thousand of your tax-sponsored dollars. But I've set a cap for $3k, just in case... and it's all worth it, because there's nothing like a good deed that involves drunken revelry, or love that causes you to walk down the isle with a headache that will guarantee you say "Yeah, yeah, I do already!"
See, there's background involved. This poor guy never got a chance to see even 1% of all the adventures you and I have seen. He got married right after college to a woman he thought loved him, a life-sucking vegetable who gave up any desire to develop a skill or build on her talents in order to stay at home and order him around like the butler she always needed. While you and I went to a Punk show, or camping, or walked to see the dawn after a night-long bender, this guy bent over backwards to make his home, family, and marriage work. Just to see it all fall apart...
Not this time, let's hope. And this time, it can start off the right way. This time I'll be there to ensure my pal gets the right sort of sendoff to loving slavery, instead of being thousands of miles away, powerless to see my friends' lives take shape.
Between music, dancers, booze, and food, as well as a place to fit it all, I imagine I'll be dropping about 1-2 thousand of your tax-sponsored dollars. But I've set a cap for $3k, just in case... and it's all worth it, because there's nothing like a good deed that involves drunken revelry, or love that causes you to walk down the isle with a headache that will guarantee you say "Yeah, yeah, I do already!"