Bachelor Parties Save Friendships
I love bachelor parties because it’s the one acceptable moment in a man’s adult life where it is fully expected that in order to send off the groom to be, you need to fondle naked women and drink copious amounts of alcohol until you black out.
A couple of years ago, one of my close childhood friends had his bachelor party in Jamaica. For five days I chased tequila shots with tequila shots until I had both drank and smoked myself into such an intoxication that it took me over a month to recover.
A year later, another friend got married, and then another, and another until it seemed as if my entire life revolved around preparing, going to, and recovering from bachelor parties.
And then one day it all just stopped. All of my friends were married. There were no more exotic trips to plan or parties to prepare for. And without even realizing it we each retreated into our own mangled world of professional and personal responsibilities until it blindly consumed our friendship.
Which is why we started having the bachelor parties without the bachelor. So this year despite the fact that I can’t ski because I’m still injured from my accident, I’m in Vail, Colorado sitting in the lodge drinking bourbon and waiting for my friends to finish skiing.
Because at the end of the day, bachelor parties aren’t about strippers and booze, it’s about taking the time out of life to hang out and celebrate your friendships.
