I agreed to plan the bachelor party, even though there are 4 other members of the wedding party who by all rights should be just as responsible for this shit as I am. Now, one would think that these people, with ZERO responsibility, would at least be amicable, make a suggestion or two, or in some way shape or form go out of their way to make this whole process easier for me. Well needless to say the opposite is true.
A month ago I started making the roll call. How many people are going to come to the casino is clearly important, as I will have to get hotel rooms to accommodate everyone. Did any of them get back to me? No. So I called them all again. They were all concerned about how much it was going to cost. Ummmm, it's a bachelor party, we're getting hotel rooms. If you wanna be a lame cheap ass, thats all you have to worry about paying for. Again, would any of them commit to coming? No. I had 5 confirmed people at the beginning of this week, so I got 1 suite at the casino. Wouldn't you know it, throughout the week 7 more people decided to get back to me and say they were coming. Needless to say by Wednesday of this week the hotel was pretty much booked, unless I wanted to spend $600 a night on a room, and with these cheap asses that wouldn't be a good idea. So we have 1 suite for 12 people. It's big, there are a few beds and a few rooms, but honestly, too small for this many people. And I'm going to hear shit for it all weekend, no doubt.
Now, last year I went to a bachelor party at the very same casino. But it was completely different. We were all well employed and not terribly concerned about spending a little bit of money. So we did. We saw a show, a preseason basketball game, dropped $1500 on dinner and played 18 holes of golf without anyone saying boo. Now, I would buy tickets to a show, reserve seats for dinner and some golf, but honestly, these kids more than likely can not afford any of that shit, and if I assume they can, and they can't I'm the asshole. So here I am, left with ZERO plan, aside from getting all of their asses to a casino for the weekend. And once again, if everyone doesn't have fun, I will hear shit for it all weekend. No doubt.
So that shall be fun. Or not. Quite frankly at this point I could not care less. If anyone has the balls to complain, which someone will, I will answer, "Well, you could have planned the bachelor party, but you didn't. Don't like it? Fuck you." Am I bitter? Yeah, I would say a tiny bit. But there's really nothing I can do about it, and that's what I keep telling myself.
Next weekend is the wedding. I'm in it. Gotta dress up. YAY! I guess it's an "honor" to be in a wedding. I don't know. I should be the best man, and my cousin can't make me the best man because he thinks his brother will get pissed. Well, maybe his brother should have thought about that shit when he wasn't around for most of his child hood, and I was.
Which brings up an interesting point that I hadn't thought about until just now. Who the hell would be my best man? Assuming I ever actually find someone to marry....but I digress. I'm much closer to my cousin than my brother. Honestly, my brother has kind of been a lying stealing prick to me my whole life, so why should I be expected to make him my best man based solely on the fact that we have the same parents? Thats a stupid reason. And then would I just do it to placate my mother and the rest of my family, rather than doing what I want. Maybe it would teach him a lesson. i.e. you can't be a complete douche bag asshole to someone their whole life and expect them to think you're their best friend, even if it is your brother. That is a lesson he needs to be taught, believe me.
So yeah. What should be excitement for a weekend that should be a really good time is essentially a mild sense of dread for the impending shit storm that I'm sure to face. Unhealthy at best, depression at worst.
I need a fresh start. I need to find some new friends, but I really have no idea how. How bad is that? Making friends has never ever been a problem for me. The problem is, at this point in my life the opportunity to do so just isn't there. I work with 6 people. 4 are old and have kids. The one guy who is close to my age is alright I guess, but he's another of those "I live with my girlfriend so I have to be a grown up and I'm not going to have the kind of fun I used to even though she wouldn't care" types. That KILLS me. The people who get exponentially lamer when they move in with their girlfriend, and blame it on said girlfriend, even though I'm sure she's dying for any reason to get their ass out of the house. Hell that is all of my friends. Everyone is settled with a girlfriend. Though I shouldn't talk. I've been that guy. It wasn't all me though. My ex had a REAL problem with me doing shit without her. My roommate isn't settled with a girlfriend (if he ever finds a girl who can deal with him, god bless her), but he's a miserable douche so he doesn't really have any friends, let alone a girlfriend. On the one hand sad, on the other hand, stop being a miserable prick and maybe someone will be able to stand you for more than 4 seconds ya know?
It all just gives me an amazingly hopeless feeling at times. Not good. This is the "rut" that I keep writing about. I'm trying like hell to get out of it, but I guess I'm just not creative enough to figure out how short of moving to the west coast or NYC, which I really don't want to do no matter how healthy it may be.
Anyway, probably won't be posting till Sunday at the earliest, so have a great weekend, and wish me luck. Thanks for reading.
1 comment:
Hope the bachelor party was fun....but 12 people in one room after a night of drunken male debauchery sounds, well...let's just say I'm glad I'm not a housekeeper at that hotel.
It's good of you to stand up and do the duties of the best man. Really it's just a title and family members seem to still take precidence regardless of the relationship there. I had to have my sister in law in my wedding party when I was married. Maybe that's why the marriage didn't last? :) Kidding.
Like the blog. I stumbled upon you after you were berated by a fellow blogger for not responding to comments.
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