All Tomorrow’s Parties
Well, tomorrow is the day that men dream about for much of their young lives, and then reminisce about after it passes. It’s the day when bad behavior is expected of you, when smoking cigars is less of a health hazard than a smelly rite of passage. It’s the day when all reason is thrown out the window and you wake up the next morning with a horse’s head in your bed but it’s actually the top half of a costume and the bottom half is still in bed next to you.
I’m talking about, of course, my bachelor party.
But this won’t be your typical bachelor party! I requested an absence of strippers and poor taste in favor of quality food, wine, and a certain touch of class. It’s the sort of bachelor party you’d expect of a burgeoning wine nerd.
So far, all I know about this party is that we’re having a nice brunch, we’re going to fire German sniper rifles, and we’re heading to The Cellar for dinner. That’s about all I know, really. I have heard that many e-mails went back and forth on the subject of this party, so I am a little nervous. As long as we’ve got some good Amarone flowing at The Cellar, I don’t mind. Just no strippers…I’d rather spend my friends’ money on Pinot Noir.
With regard to the guns: I think it would be fun to set up some empty wine bottles at an outdoor firing range, and then shatter them from 200 yards out with Teutonic precision. Very tempting. I’m not a gun person, I don’t really like guns all that much, but there is something royally satisfying about firing a weapon at an empty bottle from two football fields away. Or at least, I’d assume there is something satisfying since I’ve never done that.
Anyway, look for an interesting update on Sunday…