A Blunder

My friend brought over the DVD for Fantastic Four:Rise of the Silver Surfer, Shrek 3, and Oceans Thirteen. Yes, we are a little behind as far as movies go, but with good reason.

Anyway, I enjoyed all three movies. The bachelor party scene in Fantastic Four shoved me back in time to a memory I haven't thought for awhile. This post will be a pseudo confesional--so imagine me in one of those reality show tell all rooms with a bright light shining on face and showing the oil on my nose and forehead. This really isn't a good confession, but I've gotta get it off my chest.

A couple years ago one of my female friends invited me to her wedding. I had grown up with her--we've been friends since kindergarten. Plus she asked me to be an usher and do a reading. I felt important so I made plans to go.

A few days before the wedding, her fiance called me and invited me to come a few days early to join in the festivities of his bachelor party. I had only met him once at one of her family gatherings. I was skeptical about going, but had nothing else to do. And he had told me that the rooms had been paid for, I was more than welcome to bunk up with one of his buddies. The topper was that his best man had paid for everything, including the open bar.

And the bachelor party went off without a hitch. Nothing too outrageous and nothing that would dictate getting shots of penicillin. The next evening I was having dinner with my friend and some of her relatives. She asked me if anything crazy happened at the bachelor party. I ignored the question and changed the subject.

Later on in the evening, she asked me again about the bachelor party. She swore up and down that she wasn't the jealous type, that she knew that guys got crazy. She kept pestering me and pestering me. She asked if there were strippers there--so I said yes there was and that one had given her fiance a lap dance. And then she goes, "see, I don't care".

It was never brought up again. The wedding happened and she smiled in all the pictures. I wonder now if she ever told her husband that I had disclosed some party information. And I wonder if it was ever used evidence in any little squabbles they may have had. They are still happily married by the way--I just saw them over the summer.

My brother says I should have been banned from any bachelor parties for ten years for opening my mouth. In fact he pesters me about whether or not I told any females about his bachelor party.

And now almost 10 years later, you get this boring post from a memory jogged by the bachelor party scene of Fantastic Four.