Bachelor Party!

(EDIT: I’m having problems with the images in this post. My apologies if they don’t load.)

Since I’m getting married Oct. 8, some friends of mine decided to throw me a surprise bachelor party. We’ve had a long-standing tradition of keeping it clean and fun while embarrassing the groom-to-be as much as possible. I’m the last one in the group to get married, so I’ve had it coming to me big time. It was an all-day embarrass-a-thon!

It started when my friends gave me a surprise wake-up call at 6am on a Saturday! They came from all over, but the prize goes to Rob, Todd, Kevin, and Dakotah. They left Fargo at 2am and drove 250 miles just to wake me up!

I’ve always been a Superman fan, so to kick things off they made me squeeze into a child-sized costume of the Man of Steel. Since my body is more jell-o than steel, we had to cut it at the waist to make it fit. Even spandex can only stretch so far.



Then they made me wear a yellow sandwich-board sign and took me out to IHOP for breakfast. In keeping with our tradition, whenever someone asks me “When are you getting married?” I have to sing about how much I love my Honey. Needless to say I did a lot of singing (the IHOP manager made sure the entire restaurant knew I was there).

After breakfast it was back to my place, where the guys hung a pinata in my front yard. I’m not sure what the neighbors thought, but I’m guessing they might hesitate before inviting me to next year’s block party.

Next was a costume change (a yellow tuxedo) followed by a drive to ValleyFair, Minnesota’s largest amusement park. I must be getting older, my stomach doesn’t handle those rides like it used to. But they’re still fun! And I don’t care what anyone says, you’re never to old for bumper cars.


For supper we went back to my place for pizza and video games. Then it was a third costume change and off to the Mall of America and Camp Snoopy. (I play a mean Fisher Price Yukalale).



Finally, we rode the light rail train to Nicollet Mall in downtown Minneapolis, where we sat down to a nice dinner in an outdoor cafe. While we were eating, a drunk Englishman came over and offered me his congratulations, then gave me a five pound note for good luck (I think that’s about $10 American).

Then it was back to my place for more video games and a good night’s sleep. The next morning Jennie (my fiance) came over and made everyone breakfast.

Was I embarassed? Oh yeah! Was it worth it? You bet. ‘Cause I’ve got the best friends and the greatest fiance a guy could ever ask for!

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5 thoughts on “Bachelor Party!

  1. The Englishman cracks me up.

    Allow me to pile one more ‘congrats’ on the heap.
    You’ve got great friends and you’re a great sport!

  2. This is brilliant stuff! Thanks for the tips, man! I’m best man for my friends wedding, and I’ve been looking for ideas for the backelor party. Hehehe! Boy Howdy!

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