My bachelor party comes to disorder
Last saturday was my bachelor party. Here's some pictures including bellydancing, cocktails, friends, food, and fabulousness!
The invite went something like this:
I almost forgot that I'm supposed to have some sort of pre-wed dealio, and there *had* been a wonderful plan for a camp-out at Pete and Lee Higgs' marvelous farm, but that plan has been postponed due to ... BELLYDANCERS!
If y'all know Mick, y'all know Mick loves bellydancers. Watchin' 'em, drinkin' with 'em, yard saling with 'em, photographing 'em, drawing on 'em.
So, to be the renaissance man that I am, and also smack at the tawdry and gruesome cliche that is "the bachelor party," I am turnin' it inside-out and making it MY OWN.
That means: bellydancers. drinkin'. laughin'. BOTH genders. thai food. pezhead.
The invite went something like this:
I almost forgot that I'm supposed to have some sort of pre-wed dealio, and there *had* been a wonderful plan for a camp-out at Pete and Lee Higgs' marvelous farm, but that plan has been postponed due to ... BELLYDANCERS!
If y'all know Mick, y'all know Mick loves bellydancers. Watchin' 'em, drinkin' with 'em, yard saling with 'em, photographing 'em, drawing on 'em.
So, to be the renaissance man that I am, and also smack at the tawdry and gruesome cliche that is "the bachelor party," I am turnin' it inside-out and making it MY OWN.
That means: bellydancers. drinkin'. laughin'. BOTH genders. thai food. pezhead.
posted by Mick Jeffries at
5:04 AM
1 Comments:
OK that's nice. But there's still a certain ritual "Man" aspect of losing yrr singletude that should be observed before gettin' yrr wedding on. It's hard to explain. No I don't (neccessarily) mean following stereotypes. Cigars & Booze? --perhaps. Throwing down with the old mates, being silly, falsely intrepid, scattering dust to the winds--Yes. Good thing you've got some old school friends coming in from out of town. Ready to be kidnappped? Of course its all up to you, boss.
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