RULES FOR THE PERFECT BACHELOR PARTY

Just be awesome. And make sure you bring a guy who is good at rating how awesome a time the group is having. He needs to say things like, “This horseradish mayo on my steak is AWESOME,” or, “This OD’d stripper in our bathroom is NOT awesome,” or, “Remember when I tried to kiss you last night? That was not awesome, unless you were cooling with it, Bro… then, AWESOME.”

Make sure this guy has no control over the volume of his voice if he isn’t loud enough, how will the other losers on family vacations know how awesome a time you’re having? How will you know how excellent a time you’re having? Get it? Awesome.

A cardinal rule in bachelor parties is that the best man is the party planner. He is expected to send the invites, choose the venue, and plan everything for the party. The party may be just one night or the whole weekend. It can be celebrated within the metropolis, on the beach, or somewhere far from home.

 The best man, however, should have close coordination with the groom as to his preferences, such as the persons to be invited or the activities to be done during the party. They may also talk initially about great groomsmen gift ideas before the groom gets caught up with more pressing wedding matters at this point. Boston stripper

The makeup and size of the group are essential. It needs to be large enough to contain a varied list of characters (you know the funny fat guy, the guy who eats beer cans like a goat, etc.) but it also needs to be small enough that group decisions can be made quickly, in case you need to run from a drug dealer. It also should have the right mix of single and relationship guys.

You and too many relationship guys are in for a bachelor party brought to you by the never-ending pasta bowl at Olive Garden. You and too many single guys at a bachelor party brought to you by rape. Every group has that one “buddy” that thinks he’s in love with any chick that looks at him half-cockeyed. This guy will ruin your weekend.

While the rest of your buddies are talking about how excellent everything is, this guy is trying to have meaningful conversations and saying things like, “I apologize for my friends, they’re like animals,” as he orders a couple more flutes of Champagne. Friendship means nothing to him, and his soul is a barren wasteland. He tries to prove a kind of pickup-artist prowess because his looks like a piece of penne. Bring the movie quote guy instead.