Sometimes I feel like I’m stuck in someone else’s world. How come we’ve gone all Puritan suddenly? What I’m talking about are modern stag nights. That magical, final night of freedom where you kiss goodbye to the things you did as a single guy.
Very often, it no more than a sanitised, same-sex piss-up where instead of being the last of anything, its just business as usual for today’s castrated males. I mean, what’s so different about getting pissed with your mates at the local boozer or at the races?
And what’s with this idea of planning “your last night of freedom” weeks ahead of the main event? Whatever happened to the drama of waking up on your wedding day?
Traditionally, a stag night’s about moving on. Confirming that you’re ready to give up the single life for a life of wedded bliss with that wonderful woman of your dreams.
Instead it becomes something that your future Mother-in-Law had worked-out for you. On a bad day. Sorry, guys, but its just wrong. But what about the other extreme. The overseas stag night?
As if a marriage wasn’t expensive enough. Now you factor in flights and hotels. That’s out of order! Please, bring back waking up and not knowing where you are. The battle to get to the church in time. That vague, fuzzy memory you have of that girl last night…
Let’s face it, the wedding won’t be about you, you’re just a bit-player, a prop – like the wedding cake. You may as well have something to remember your last night for other than a huge credit card bill – you’ll have plenty of those to come, believe me!