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So while I'm in a relatively good mood, let me vent regarding organizing a bachelor's party. Granted, this doesn't pertain to Matty J and Grant, nor did it pertain to Dale. Don't be defensive. This is in regard to someone else's party, whose organizer is having a bitch of a time trying to get everyone on the same page. Who wants to do this? Who wants to do that? Let's make a vote!

When it comes to bachelor parties, my contention is that there needs to be two elements: having your buddies around to help you drink, and a designated driver. That's it. Everything else is gravy. Strippers, parties, video games, book clubs, lines of coke: it can all be seasoned to taste. So it irks me when an organizer can take such a basic and important event in a young man's life and ruin through indecision. Make a choice and stick with it: the drunks won't care. That's not true, the drunks do care about seeing the groom-to-be get shit-faced. And they also care about not getting the bride-to-be upset. None of those things, however, are affected when you're trying to choose a fucking restaurant. Show some conviction! This is what's going to happen! We're going to have fun, dammit!

If it were up to me, a bachelor's party would involve a few things. In the morning, everyone gets a shave from a real barber. Deep tissue massage to get everyone limbered up for laser tag and racing video game cares on a 50 foot screen like at that arcade place in Seattle and Vegas. Can't decide on where to drink and where to eat? Have it catered at some location of your choice, like a beach house or a luxury box. As long as there's champagne and a champagne chiller. Night continues with a cool concert. Local act, bluesy, more drinks. Retire to hotel accommodations. Pass out. Insert short skirts and long jackets as you see fit.