June 19, 2005
My first stag…
With the anticipation of an upcoming wedding and the big surprises that are in store for the bride and groom, we venture off to give the glimpse of freedom once again… so the plan was.
With the act of marriage, the ultimate commitment is made by hearts to proclaim the love between two. So as a tribute to this love, it just seems appropriate to go out and indulge in all the sins of the world before you take that big step. The stag has turned into an American tradition to go out with one last bang (no pun intended). People go crazy and flaunt the urges to the extreme to “get it out of their system”. From the stories you hear to movies, these parties get wild and sometime end up sour.
So what to expect?
Maybe it was just a lack of planning, or just a lack direction, party goers went to adventurers. With stories cut short and somewhat clean, the weekend of out-of-hand lewdness, turn into one of bonding and uninhibited fun and relaxation. There were no crazy sex parties, or men with lipstick in dresses, or “kiss me, I’m Getting married” shirt. It was simple. It was just an out of town exploration with a splash of intoxicating carefree mindless wandering, dancing feet and happy stomachs.
It seems that the way to prepare your life with your partner is to be in the company of the others in your life that care about you the most and just live and play with them as if nothing will ever change…
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Words for the weekend:
Jasmine
I’m all in
This the one
Butter!
Here’s some salmon… and I’m single
She licked my face.
$3.99!!!
Pepperoni, Pepperoni, Pepperoni...