Friday, February 21, 2003 :::
Bachelor party last night; these seem, in my experience, to be defined by the all-male constituency, the late end times, and a certain perfunctory misogyny.A man and his wife are out playing golf, and they get to a hole where there's a barn in the middle of the fareway. "I'll tell you what, honey," said the woman, "we'll open the door on this side, and I'll go open the door on the other side, and you can shoot it through the barn." So they opened both sets of doors, he fired his shot through the barn, and it bounced off the back door and struck his wife, killing her.
A year later the man was at the same course with a friend. "Well," said the friend, "we can just open both sets of doors and go through the barn." "No, no, no," insisted the man, "you really don't want to do that. The last time I tried that I got a double bogey."
I ended up back at the couple's place at 3AM, which is actually earlier than my worst fears going in; I awoke shortly after 7, several minutes before my alarm was to go off, and fewer minutes before the bride wandered out. I got to take a shower, which was something of a pleasant surprise to me.
::: posted by dWj at 1:00 PM
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