I just don’t get the “lads” weekends away to big foreign cities
My experience of stag do’s and the like is that the group’s bark is always worse than its bite.
There’s always one or two nobbers who are friends-of-friends you’ve never met before. They’re the ones going “kinell lads hey, what goes on tour stays on tour!” before they’ve got on the plane. They’re the ones who seek out “English bars” and get half their meals from McD’s.
Two days in and they’re on Stella with breakfast, arseholed by early afternoon, and by evening they’re tactical vomiting to make space for more ale. They’re the ones the locals see coming and go “hey, try our local drink” which is some dusty bottle containing lurid-coloured spirit at about 90% ABV.
Fortunately, this means they spend a lot of time incapacitated. Which means the the rest of the group, usually the majority, can spend the daytime actually exploring and having a real holiday before having to serve your daily dose of broken idiot tolerance in the evening again.
By the end, you’ve done a bit of sightseeing, had a few drinks with mates, and watched a couple of guys you don’t actually know reinforce to the British stereotype overseas.
I think where I’m going with this is, bragging generally comes to naught; and it can be fun, but you need to pick your group carefully. I like a beer as much as the next drunkard, but if that’s all you do then you might as well stay at home and do it.