have been invited to my GF’s sister’s fella’s (every one get that?) stag do. crazy really. been with the GF for almost seven (7!) years and in no rush to get hitched. they’ve been knobbing for around 18 months. her old man is paying for everything (typical). there’ll be less €€’s in the pot for us. not that we intend anything on the scale that has already been planned.
why do people have this amazing idea to go out and get completely shitfaced, go to a strip bar and end up with a steaming hangover and no recollection of the night?
i was out last friday and got royally pissed, got chucked out of an irish pub by the australian barman because he didn’t understand me when i ordered in german (i am in germany so not as if i was taking the piss), went to some shitty clubs and oogled the birds gyrating away. went home and woke up the next day with a splitting headache vowing not to repeat the exercise anytime soon.
i’d much rather they organised a weekend away up in the hills skiing and boarding. it’d cost about the same (less infact) than what they have proposed. at least you’d have had fun, been able to talk to your mates etc…
really don’t get the whole stripshow thing either. we’re going to a “tittenbar”. they’ve even put an exclamation mark behind the ‘r’ in the itinery that some one has drawn up. the bar is called “new york tabledance”. sounds crap and like most tit clubs it probalbly is.
i can look at tits at home with the girlfriend.
oh yeah, there’s even a proper itinery. how long we are to stay in each ‘establishment’, how much a taxi will cost between bars (or as they are labelled “stations”). 17.00 on 28th feb till 14.00 the following day.
i really can’t be arsed spending ~€140 on one night. i could pay two weeks rent, have four days boarding in the alps, buy a new front wheel etc etc….
arse.