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Mr. Lovebird just got back from his bachelor party this weekend with his boys and from what he tells me~ it was a blast!  The guys really put a lot of time and effort into planning an awesome bachelor party weekend for him in Miami, and I’ve asked them to share with the hive. Commentary by our groomsman, Oliver and pictures by our groomsman, Young:
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I have been given the privilege/duty of recapping the bachelor party of Mr. Lovebird for Weddingbee. As you may already tell, I am uber enthusiastic about this task…. Entries like these are far too rare to cheapen with heavy handed words, so as they say let’s cut to the chase. The bachelor party took place in Miami, so all the groomsmen hopped on a plane bright and early Friday morning from Newark to Miami. Our hotel, the Loews was pretty awesome since it was so central to all the hot spots.

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So, the last time I blogged I was writing about my own risqué bachelorette party.  It got me thinking about the flip side– what do men do to celebrate the end of their bachelorhood?  Yes, yes, traditionally it involves looking at boobies, but these days there seems to be more than that.  Guys have really stepped up the male bonding experience with gambling, paint ball, laser tag, fishing excursions, etc. etc. 

Are you ladies curious about what other people’s guy friends and hubbys did for their bachelor party?  I am!  Leave a comment or a story if you know of some interesting bachelor parties — I want to peek into the world of men for a change!  Hee, hee…

The boys will be doing a whole lot of this. No seriously.

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Mr. Penguin’s Best Man and I were sitting around at champagne brunch one day, discussing his best man duties.  The topic of strippers somehow came up… and by “somehow came up,” I mean that I probably started yelling “STRIPPERS!  STRIPPERS!” or some other equally strange non sequitur, as Miss Penguin + Free-Flowing Champagne = Hours of Ear-Piercing Nonsensical Obscenities. 

Miss Penguin: STRIPPERS! STRIPPERS!
Mr Penguin’s Best Man: Yeah. Strippers. About that.
MP: STRIPPERS?
BM: What would you say if we accidentally found ourselves in a strip club at Mr. Penguin’s Bachelor party?
MP: YES. STRIPPERS. DO IT.
BM: So, you’re okay with strip clubs? I’m gonna remember you said that.
MP: DO IT.

I’m pretty sure he thought I was not thinking clearly, but I really do find strip clubs entirely non-threatening. The women that work there don’t do it because they are looking for Mr. Right, they’re just looking to feed themselves and their families… and I’m willing to bet that they think that guys that visit strip clubs are kind of skeezy anyway. But, you know who IS looking for Mr. Right? A normal, single chick in a normal club. I’m shuddering at the thought of my normal fiance running away with a normal girl and living a long, happy, normal life. YICK!

What are your feelings about Strip Clubs at the Bachelor Party Weekend, and what’s your rationale?

I must confess. I’m not that laid back or calm, but during this whole wedding planning I’ve willed myself to be that way because I can’t be a good planner otherwise. As Mr. Violet can attest, when I have a nervous breakdown, I literally break down. I’m pretty much helpless, that is, until I get over myself and bring myself to get up and move forward again. With that said, I have been pretty good so far as a bride who has gone through a few breakdowns in my life. After I wrote my post yesterday, I thought I got whatever stress I had off my chest.. but I really didn’t. I only added more to my stress.

Mr. Violet and I had a conversation (borderline - argument) right before I left work. I told him that we’d talk about it when I got home. Through our 8 years together, I’ve learned the key to a succesful relationship is sometimes silence. Giving each other time to breathe in what has transpired. During my time of silence, I became more enraged at what was happening. Shouldn’t he realize how much stress this could add to me the day before the wedding. What if something does go wrong, am I to handle it alone? Even if I do have help, there’s only so much they can do for me. They can’t replace him. And when did this became my wedding and not our wedding? And for goodness sakes, what is in Montreal that they can’t do much closer to home? On the way home, I called one of my bridesmaids for advice and to vent, and it really helped. By the time I reached home, I was calm again and not ready for an argument.

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That’s the only question I will ask Mr Butterscotch on his bachelor party night. Really, I have no concerns when it comes to his big night out. Maybe it’s because I know he isn’t into the strip club idea, or I know (most of) his friends wouldn’t allow him to act a fool, or he doesn’t drink alcohol so I know he will be aware of his actions. Or maybe it’s because I totally trust him.

I’ve been very surprised by how many women give me the “you poor thing” look when I tell them that Mr. Butterscotch is having his bachelor party this weekend. But I really am OK with it. I had my party and so should he. I was talking with a few girlfriends and they had stories about how upset and mad they were when their husbands had a bachelor party. One person even cancelled his trip to Mexico with the guys!!! Another told me she had rules for him.

1. No strippers
2. No kissing other girls
3. You must come home tonight.

And it went on….

Frankly I was thinking if #2 was even something you thought he would do, then you have bigger problems than his bachelor party.

This got me thinking…Is this something I should be paranoid about? Are you nervous about his bachelor party or is he nervous about yours?

Mr. Peppermint and his squad of groomsmen just got back from his big ol’ bachelor party. You may be wondering why the party is so early–we’re getting married in five months! Mr. Peppermint’s brother (and Best Man) is in his senior year of college and is taking the first semester abroad in Denmark this fall. That means he won’t arrive back until a few days before the wedding (I’m a little nervous about jet-lag!), so this was the perfect time to get everyone to go.

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You read correctly. Not future mother-in-law drama. Not bridesmaids drama. Not maid of honor drama. Boy drama!

Let me take a moment to chuckle and smirk.

Aren’t boys supposed to be easy? They rent a tux, show up, and get drunk. Brother Pea informs me that the boys want this huge blow-out bachelor party and no one wants to fork out the money for it. My first thoughts were, how much can it possibly cost? Aren’t you all just dragging Mr. Snow Pea to the bar, getting him drunk, throwing some singles on stage and go home?

The boys want to: rent a limo, go to dinner, go to the nudie bar, go to a nightclub and drink at another bar. They want to take the limo from Philly to NYC and do all this in NYC. I think they are overbooking themselves and way underbudgeting. I suggested why not cut out the sit down dinner. Get pizza instead. And cut out the nightclub. I haven’t been to a club in NYC in years, but last I heard, the cover is an astronomical $45+/pp. Drinks are $10+. Dude, I should plan this thing! I am so good at planning now! haha Read more…

Just a small update on my previous, somewhat controversial post on my surprise bachelorette party. First off, I just wanted to say that my last post on this subject obviously wasn’t written very well, because the fact that I was ABSOLUTELY honoured and very grateful that my MOH wanted to plan this party for me was somehow lost. I was always very happy that this party was being planned in my honour, all the post was supposed to convey was that it just threw me for a bit of a loop. I just wasn’t expecting it. So, I am sorry if I disappointed anyone with what appeared to be a flippant attitude about the party. That was not my intention at all.

Whew! Now that that’s cleared up, we can move on to the fun details! I still don’t know very much about the party, but as most of you predicted, if I was patient, my MOH would slowly slip the details out to me (because she absolutely knows that I am not a fan of surprises!) and I would start to get more and more excited about the party. So this is what I know for sure:

1. It is a joint party with Mr. Pumpkin! I am not sure if it is quite in the Buck & Doe tradition that I talked about in the comments of my post on Groom’s Showers, but I do know that this is both Mr. Pumpkin’s Stag and my Stagette rolled into one. Read more…

One of Mr. Snow Pea’s groomsmen just emailed me.

Subject: Bachelor Party

Hey Miss Snow Pea,

We are currently doing some party planning and need a bunch of information. Could you give us a list of guys you think Mr. Snow Pea would like to be there? We need their name, phone number and email address. That would be awesome!!!

Groomsman R

All I can say is WOW. I am so honored that the boys have included me in on the corruption of my future husband. (sense the sarcasm) Although I don’t mind…at least I don’t think I mind right now. He’s allowed to have his share of fun. I think. Isn’t he? Mr. Snow Pea and I have the same friends, so we’re all very close and it’s not a surprise they would ask me. Wouldn’t it be funny though if I sent him a list of nothing but the old married men!?

Do you know what is going on with your fiance’s bachelor party?