The Bachelor's Week

Its the joyous event of saying goodbye to a comrade's state of singleness. 

According to the most reliable wikipedia, bachelor parties originate from Sparta, when Spartans would toast the men on the eve of their wedding day.  There's no doubt the tradition of toasting had carried through.  

All the bachelor parties I've been to involve excessive alcohol.  

And strippers :P 

My friends and I have just finished our 'bucks week'

A week-long bachelor celebration in Singapore and Thailand where we

 did nothing but sizzle under the sun, party, eat, then party some more.  

The hotness group

We had helluva time, but damn! I miss my liver!!

We drank so much!   

Jack Daniels, Johnny Walker, Heineken, Singtah's, Absolute and Tequilas. 

We drank so much, Flaming Lamborghinies were literally coming out of my nose. 

Memorable funny line:   "Chivas 18?"  "Really? She looks heaps younger than that!"  

And of course,  its not a bachelor's party if theres no women.  

We saw hot girls, small girls, skinny girls, asian girls, white girls, leggy girls, stumpy girls.  Girls who looked like guys and guys who looked like girls.  

Me and some hot ladyboys.

We even saw a woman smoke two cigarettes down below (that was creepy).

I guess the idea of seeing women is not to displace the bride-to-be or current partners. We just needed to reassure our blokeness from an otherwise testosterone packed posse.

Not being able to tell if they were women or not was frustrating though.  

Only left us more confused than ever.

But in the end of almost all bucks party, for me anyways, there's always this mild feeling of sadness.  

I can't quite pin it.  

Maybe its because such a happy occasion ended?  

Maybe being surrounded by too much testosterone has ill effects. 

Maybe its the depressive side effects of alcohol. 

Or maybe its the realisation that nothings changed and that the buck's singleness didn't really end that night.   

It ended a long long time ago, 

when boy met girl.

6 Guys, 2 Countries, 1 Trip

I threw in my brother's snorkles into the luggage.

 

Thats the clothes part sorted out. 

 

I only need to worry about the paperwork.. and the DS games, the songs for the mp3 player, the charging of the shaver,  charging the camera, emptying the memory card, battery for the headphones and of course, the toothbrush.

 

I'm leaving on a Jet(star) plane (to Singapore and later Phuket).

and I definetely wanting to be back again (and not stranded).

 

Its going to be an interesting trip. 

 

Theres always the huge promise of fun and excitement when hanging out with the boys. All the tom foolery, fart jokes and girl gawking.

 

But thats a reason to be worried.

 

Im not sure what to expect from extended male bonding sessions in a hot humid environment with an awful lot of spicy, spicy food.

 

I read the water in thailand can give you the runs. 

 

Even the Ice.

Oyster and water apparently gives people the runs.

 

And too much beer gives me the runs. Im not looking forward to doing much running.

 

Theres also the drop in our currency,  the vengeful girlfriends and the repeated travel warnings for our destinations. 

 

From what I've read so far, it sounds like everyone there is out to scam your money!

 

But what am I complaining for?  Im going on holidays!! Yeay!

 

Dream big, work hard and play nice.

I'm up to the nice part.

World Apart

3Willings

1) Little Big Planet

2) Lisa Miskovsky - Still Alive

3) Fallout 3

A bit of hope doesn’t hurt anyone. But as much as we might like all men to be paragons of strength and honour and all women to be wise, patient and faithful; life is not a romance novel.

 

These lines from my daily read struck me quite hard.

 

Ok, maybe life isn't a romance novel, but surely people are striving to be the good right?

 

Am I in denial? Am I the only one working to make this statement untrue?

 

I go to bed thinking all the guys are doing their best to be paragons of strength and honour. Coz that's what I aim to be. 

And I hope the lasses out there are striving to be wise, patient and faithful.

 

But reality and the media are throwing my fairy tale world apart.  

I'm starting to think that it really is a lost cause.