Like many golfers, James Alonzo Hines attempted to make a hole-in-one. The problem is, the hole he was trying to make wasn't on the course, it was on another golfer's head.
I’m not one of those girls who hates other girls. Most of my close friends are women, and although I have guy friends I’m far from “one of the guys.” I don’t like sports, I don’t eat pizza or drink beer, and I’m very particular about keeping things neat and tidy. However, my best friend from college happens to be a guy. I first met Josh a few weeks into my freshman year. We went on one date, kissed for three seconds, and quickly decided we were better off as friends. Twelve years later, and still very close, Josh called to tell me I was officially invited to his bachelor party. It was going to be me and 27 dudes in Atlantic City for the weekend. I was honored to be deemed awesome enough to be the one chick at a bachelor party, excited to see behind the testosterone curtain, curious to learn what really goes on at these things and determined to live up to Josh’s expectations of me seamlessly fitting in, even though I lacked an Adam’s apple, stubble, and a penis.
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The bachelor party is a time-honored male tradition right up there with knowing you can beat your dad in a fight, exploring one's own body for the first time and taking your first girlfriend for granted. That is, it's a seminal moment in a fella's life, in which everything that follows will be completely and irrevocably different. Perhaps because of the perceived dread at having one vagina for the rest of your life, women sometimes imagine the absolute worst of a stag party. And it's not, typically, justified.
It appears as if the bachelorette party or hen party is here to stay. For a hot minute I thought that at the corner of Girls Gone Wild, gender convergence and the wide acceptance of phallic-shaped curiosities. These parties are not going anywhere and they are not kidding around. As bachelor parties seemingly get tamer are bachelorette parties getting wilder?
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Pop culture has construed them to be full-blown nights of drunken debauchery for which no one is held accountable for the sinful shenanigans that transpire. . .So why can't a group of friends simply gather to celebrate a friend's transition into a new life without binge drinking, strippers and penis balloons? After all, the tradition's origins are actually quite conservative.
The location of his party insinuated the need to have one last hurrah before we got married, and it offended me. Our marriage was supposed to be one long hurrah; something we looked forward to, not something from which we needed a reprieve. Sure it's idealistic, but if you can't afford some idealism the week before you get married, when can you? That was what it all boiled down to. The strip club wasn't the issue; it was the timing of the visit that bothered me.
In the newly released wedding flick ('tis the season) The Hangover, we get a glimpse of a Las Vegas bachelor party spent among four guys. We see them in the car, driving out to Vegas in a borrowed luxe car. We see them check into the $4,000-a-night party suite. We see them getting on their sleek going-out clothes (well all of them except for the one socially inept character who throws on jeans and a tee that his pot belly pokes out from).
A bachelor party, contrary to popular belief, is not a celebration of marriage. In fact, it's the opportunity to refute its very principles. A kick-ass bachelor proves a man, "still has it," is still studly and most importantly, is still on the market, at least in theory.
A bachelor party is a sacred time in a man's life. It represents his last gasp as a footloose and fancy-pantsed dude before he takes the plunge into marriage. The prospect of agreeing to "have" one woman for the rest of your life is, obviously, carte blanche to go to Las Vegas, roll some dice and make a few really bad decisions. And the dudes you bring along can make it a time to remember (because it will not last forever). Choose wisely and keep in mind that a bachelor party snub (for guys) is way worse than not getting invited to the wedding. Here are 10 characters on TV who'll keep that stag party off the chain but, ideally, not get you knifed: Brian The Dog (Family Guy): Peter's faithful best friend is erudite, clever, sarcastic and an alcoholic. While he may pretend to be above strip clubs, he’s not. Be careful, he may insist on seeing a show or doing something constructive.
Prince William, 2nd in line to the British Throne, landed an Air Force chopper in his girlfriend's backyard. This is a pretty awesome. And it looks like he used the same helicopter to fly his brother to a bachelor party. It's good to (almost) be king.
Beer is yummy. Beer plus 78 degree weather, plus hot baseball players is a little place I like to call heaven. Or Arizona. I just got back from Scottsdale, where I was visiting my friend Sarah, an ESPN editor who was covering baseball spring training. For her it was work, for me it was spring break. Every afternoon, I got to sit in a sunny stadium drinking cold beer. On more than one occasion, I thought: Life doesn't get any better than this. And then I would feel a little guilty, because I knew Fred was in his office back in Atlanta chained to his desk. Is it OK to have that much fun hundreds of miles away from your significant other? I vote YES. (Unless I'm the one chained to a desk and he's partying it up somewhere. Then, NO.
I spent last weekend at a bachelor party at my friend's lake house. As you may have noticed, I am a girl. In fact, there were many girls there, and I like that. Now that a bazillion people I know are getting married, I've realized that the whole bachelor/bachelorette party thing has changed, in a way that is awesome.