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Originally Posted by Andras Nagy
My dad's bachelor party was in January, 1939, and he and his best buds rented a horse-drawn carriage with a Gypsy band on top, and they went from one restaurant to another, all the while dining and drinking wine and singing all the old Hungarian songs, until they all fell asleep and the carriage took them quietly home.
I spent my bachelor night with my bride-to-be. But then we had been living together for two years anyway. Never once felt the need to see a hooker or stripper before or after getting married.
Sigh, I guess I'm out of the mainstream of U'merican life.
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I was best man for 2 weddings.
Bachelor #1 I took to a strip club (his idea).
Bachelor #2 I took for sporting clays (similar to skeet shooting) and steak dinner with a few friends.
I'm not into the stripper thing but I realize that (gasp!) everyone is different and just 'cause what they like is not my cup of tea it doesn't mean they're wrong/infidels/etc.
-Chris