Bachelors know more about women than married men; if they didn’t, they’d be married too. – H. L. Mencken
June is named for Juno, the Roman goddess of marriage, and so the Romans considered her month to be a particularly propitious one in which to marry. And just as in so many other cases I’ve discussed in my various holiday columns, the pagan tradition continued into Christian times despite its original reason being lost. Because weddings are more common in June so are bachelor parties, and since more bachelor parties means more employment for sex workers June was generally the last good month before the summer doldrums for the ladies of New Orleans.
I’m using the general term “sex workers” here on purpose, because I don’t just mean hookers; at least three kinds of sex worker commonly benefit from bachelor parties, namely porn actresses, strippers and whores. Some bachelor party participants limit themselves (whether due to money, morality or timidity) to group porn-watching, while many others spend some or all of the evening at a strip club; usually the guys will chip in to buy the groom a few lap dances, and a lot of girls have fun really turning up the heat when they know the dance recipient is going to get married the next day. Other groups prefer to rent a hotel room and have their own private party, hiring strippers from a club or out of the phone book. There were two girls from the Gold Club who did a very brisk business (at least two per week and more than that in June) with such parties; they had a whole routine involving stripping, teasing the bachelor and a two-girl show, and though I never got to see one of these parties they must’ve been good because they did most of their business by referrals. I did a few such jobs during my time as a stripper, but not nearly as many as after I became an escort; some guys feel a stripper just isn’t enough, and prefer to hire escorts to put on a show (either solo or two-girl) and/or give the bachelor his last go ‘round as a free man.
I knew a number of girls who didn’t have the nerve to do such shows alone; though a timid whore is rarely a successful one, the idea of being the only naked woman in a room with a dozen fully-dressed guys is just too much even for most escorts. But it never bothered me; I recognized that as long as I kept to the better hotels and listened to my gut, I could manipulate the group dynamic to protect me just as easily (if not more so) as an evil leader could manipulate it to precipitate a gang rape. As long as a woman shows herself to be a real person, the “never hurt a girl” training kicks in and guys stepping over the line can be corrected by a simple stratagem such as slapping the offending hand, wagging a finger and saying with a smile and a wink “Naughty, naughty! Look, don’t touch!” This of course provokes laughter and good-natured ribbing of the culprit by the other guys, and his behavior is controlled by peer pressure without bruising his ego. But it was rare that I even had to do that; in over six years of doing bachelor parties, the only large group of men who ever worked together to victimize me were cops, and since I was tricked into attending that “party” I hardly think it counts.
I had a number of fun and memorable bachelor party experiences over the years, but I think my favorite one was from the client side (so to speak). It happened in June of 2006, my very last month as an escort, and I had already informed the agencies what my last day was going to be. One of my husband’s friends was about to get married, and his bachelor party was to be held at the club where I had first worked nine years before. I asked if they needed me to pick them up afterward; I was going to be working (as was my custom) until 2 AM, and figured they probably wouldn’t be much later than that. But the groom assured my husband that my kind offer would not be necessary, as the best man wasn’t a drinker and had agreed to be the designated driver. Well, about midnight my husband called from the club and asked if my offer was still good; I of course said that it was and asked what had happened to the best man. My husband replied that the guy was apparently a wimp whose wife had him on a very short leash and didn’t approve of strip clubs, so he had promised her he would be home by midnight (thus ruining the evening for everyone else by not telling them beforehand). But fortunately they had me to call on, so I told them to just keep having fun and call me when they were ready to go home.
About two my husband called again and asked if I had signed off yet; when I told him I had, he asked if I would come and hang out with them for a little while. When I arrived, he explained that he wanted a lap dance from this one redhead and thought it would be really hot if I arranged it for him. In the meantime, I tipped a few dancers and one of them came down to the edge of the stage to kiss me, which as you might expect thrilled every guy in the place. The dancer my husband wanted soon became available, and when they went into the private room the groom waxed effusive about how I was absolutely the coolest wife in the world, inspiring me to treat him to a lap dance as well. After my husband’s dance the girl came back to the table with him and chatted with me for quite a while about how the club had changed since I had danced there; when we got up to go she asked if she could see my tits and I hiked up my blouse, and the scene which followed was pretty much exactly like the one which had taken place on Bourbon Street on Mardi Gras of the preceding year: she stood there with my tits in her hands while we talked about the surgeon and what a good job he had done, while every guy in the immediate vicinity enjoyed the show.
Bachelor parties are a male rite of passage, a ceremony celebrating a man’s transition from one stage of life into another; the wise bride does not interfere with the proceedings unless she really wants to give her groom cold feet. Men have their ways and rituals, just as women have ours, and if a woman wants a man to respect her feelings and needs she should set a good example by respecting his first. I’m not saying you have to buy your husband lap dances and make out with strippers in front of him; what I’m saying is that if you give him opportunities for indulging his impulses in a controlled fashion, he’ll love and respect you all the more and you’ll win major cool points with his friends in the bargain.
Ah, memories. Bachelor parties were always fun. I will never forget one however. It was at a hotel, and there were nine guys there. I being the only girl there, certainly had my hands full. Toward the end of the party, I was to slip into the bedroom of the suite with the groom.
The other guys were drunk and cheering, laughing loudly outside the door, but the groom had the most sincere look on his face when he told me that he wanted me to pretend as if we had sex, but not. We spent about an hour laying on the bed while he told me about his fiance, their wedding and honeymoon plans, and periodically we would jump up and down on the bed with me making the loudest getting fucked noises and him shouting “Take it!”
This made the guys in the living room roar. I am surprised security didn’t come. I walked out the door, just before the groom said “Wait” and mussed my hair just a bit. He smiled at me, and we hugged. (awww)
It was funny to me that after I walked out of the hotel room, I could hear them all talking to him, high fiving on the pounding that he had just given me. LOL.
Only he and I know what really happened that night.
$20 bucks says his wife does too
I had a similar experience once, though in my case the other guys left to go to the casino rather than staying in an adjoining room. The groom told me I could wait a few minutes and then go, but I told him I would feel as though I had taken his friends’ money for nothing, and offered him a back rub instead. He broke into a big smile and said that would be great because he was very tense due to wedding jitters, and I spent the rest of the time giving him a massage while we talked. 🙂
A couple of questions, Maggie:
1) What about the women that really do get out of the business…is that an “exception doesn’t disprove the rule” situation?
2) Also, the women that become anti-porn advocates after doing porn…do you think they’re being sincere, or are they part of propaganda machines as well?
I think you lost me, Scorch; what rule do you mean? As for the porn question, every human being is different and people who have bad experiences often become the harshest critics of whatever caused that bad experience. The most vocal and extreme opponents of alcohol are usually former drunks, the worst opponents of cigarettes are former smokers, etc.
The “all women are basically prostitutes” thing/rule.
That was on a different post!
Oh ah know but it’s all starting to blend 🙂
Memories of Latin lessons come flooding back at this. You’d might be interested to know the Romans chose June to be a (or ‘the’) propitious month for marriages based on the supposition that the marriage would quickly result in pregnancies. Nine moons down the line and, whey-hay-hay, lots of new babies born in March, the month of the Roman new year! Applying that idea to the USA, it would make November the American propitious month for marriages (hence, bachelor/hen parties) for babies in time for Fourth of July.
Interesting idea! But I think your math is off by a month or two. If babies are to be born “in time for Fourth of July”, they need to be conceived in September or early October.
True, I stand corrected. But then again, most people get hitched after The Accident, so that might goes to explain the month or two off!
I’m following your link to August, where you describe your experience working right after Hurricane Katrina. The behavior of everyone in “authority” after Katrina, from the President down to the lowliest street cop, was nothing short of genocidal. And I’m not using the term “genocidal” loosely. It was literally an ethnic cleansing. Many people who used to live there still haven’t returned.
I followed that link as well and was disgusted by your treatment by the justice system …and fascinated by everything else you had to say about that time.
The thing that hurt me most, as I discussed in part 3 of that story, was being forced to commit a felony (perjury) in order to have a misdemeanor (prostitution) removed from my record. Standing there in court and lying through my teeth, claiming that the police report was truthful, was literally one of the hardest things I’ve ever done, and it still haunts me to this day. 🙁
I wouldnt let it, sure if the law was about justice should probably bother you, but sadly the law isnt about justice and right and wrong, its about social control and revenue streams.
In a world where rape victims and children are branded for life as pedophiles and child pornographers, and cops are more concerned with victimless crimes and high priced tickets then real criminals, and prosecuters are more concerned with their conviction rate then convicting the right preson, well the courts really arent anything to respect or revere
Its just one giant system where the players all know each other and dont give a damn about the people caught up in their precious ideological machine.
Oh, it isn’t about them; it’s about me. Kowtowing to authority is nearly impossible for me; I even mouthed off to a roomful of cops who were busting me. It was the idea that they were able to bring me down to their level, even for long enough to simply say “guilty” and “yes”.
I had the right to remain silent — but I didn’t have the ability.
— Ron “Tater Salad” White
…the only large group of men who ever worked together to victimize me were cops.
Freeping government thugs! Our society needs a major house-cleaning, and firing existing cops would be an excellent beginning. Of course a huge number of them should be prosecuted as well. And/or given a good dose of “informal justice.”
Maybe they should have term limits.
How strong is my nostalgia for times that didn’t exist…
Nostalgia for times that didn’t exist?
Hell.
I have nostalgia for times that can’t exist.
Steampunk fan?
@Kelly,
My ex had similar stories. She said a good number of the guys just wanted to be seen with a hot woman and have their drunk buddies think they were studly. They had no wish to be with someone else themselves. I found it hard to believe, but she shrugged it off (her attitude: why the hell would I lie to you, guy?; she wasn’t in the “make me seem sweet and light” business with me. So I believed her, as a rule, and I’ve never seen an instance where she was dishonest about such things; the “honest whore”? Of course, she wasn’t trying to get anything out of me but perhaps a long-term boyfriend).
She said one guy who did hire her the first time hired her repeatedly afterwards and never slept with her again. She said men were usually wonderfully vulnerable with her. The stereotype of the abusive bastard was almost wholly untrue.
Well, never thought I’d hear myself say this, but after listening to Maggie, whores fulfill so many male needs better than wives, It’s a truth that the Oprah crowd and the View crowd absolutely loathe, because they believe that man should learn how to live with whatever they get, instead of what they actually need and want.
A lot of women believe that, and the current legal system encourages it. It won’t last much longer, though, because the pendulum never stops moving; actually it’s already begun to swing back.
It is a shame that the societal mores in this day are still so puritanical. I’m ahead of that pendulum.
Well American society was always rooted & founded in class & gender division, and “it’s different when WE do it” -ism. So it’s actually impossible to have honest discussions about sex & public policy out in the open in this culture, because people want to believe very much in Pleasantville, Prince Charming, and Norman Rockwell paintings.
They don’t want to hear anything else.
Absolutely true. In my experience the majority of escort clients are just normal guys; a good 30% are extremely sweet and nice, a small percentage (maybe 5%) are assholes and a teeny, tiny percentage are abusive bastards.
Do you have any knowledge of escorts who also cater to guys who like to “party” “ski” “rock climb” etc. In NYC and in Canada it is quite common for escorts to include these kind of code words. I would think bad clients would be a higher risk for that. Although a friend of mine, who was an indy in NYC, likes to party as well, but never advertised that and told me that many times she would be with a guy for hours and not have sex. They just want a cute girl in her panties to “party” with, flirt and pay attention to them
Guys who are putting filth up their noses nearly always want women to do it with because the drug seems to induce weird sex fantasies. There are some girls who like being with such men because they’re friggin’ cokeheads too and are willing to waste their time for that garbage. I did the opposite; I actually charged full rate per hour if a guy was doing coke (rather than a multi-hour discount) and if I had to be there more than four hours I tacked on a surcharge. Eventually, I stopped seeing them at all. I wrote about it in one of my earliest columns.
Just read it. Good column. Thats what I would expect, esp. the impotence part. Weird thing is, while I can count on one hand the number of times I have imbibed, I meet lots of girls in bars who love blow and if you provide the party, it is pretty easy to get girls over to your place or even a hookup in the toilet (if that’s your thing, no judgment). So I find it strange why so many men call escorts to party, when tons of girls want to anyway.
As Charlie Sheen said, “I pay them to leave.” Pickups cannot be counted upon not to make nuisances of themselves later.
Yes, It is not just the leaving but not contacting you in the future, except on your terms. If you are looking for sex that is very true. Thought it would be less true for “party girls” where sex may or may not be involved and there already is a quid pro quo going on. For celebrities and wealthy individuals, of course, Pros make the most sense as they need the discretion.
Bingo…. that’s exactly why I see escorts. All of these “dating” & “hookup” sites give you no guarantees of NSA. If you want NSA, that route is absolutely the most dangerous. You have no idea who these other women are and what their motives they may truly be. Best to stay away. Escorts have no interest in harassing or interfering in your “other” life. The truly professional women are private & discreet, always under the radar. That’s the advantage of seeing particular girls on a regular basis. Privacy & discretion is always assured. I say “professional” because not all escorts are. Some girls that do advertise as escorts are the nut cases with no fear, and no understanding of a clients concerns in seeing them. Some of these girls have alcohol or drug problems and when they need the money, they’ll call clients indiscriminately asking for an appointment. Explain that phone call to your wife. Those are the kinds of escorts that aren’t under the radar. They get busted and take their clients down with them. That’s why as a hobbyist, the most important thing I do is investigate any escort I plan to see. I need to separate the wheat from the chaff, and see only the smart, professional girls. They sometimes cost a little more but generally, they’re worth it because they are discreet & under the radar. You’ll never get busted seeing professional women.
Besides, smart women are just a joy to be with. The pillow talk is out of this world…….
From what she said, I got the impression that she was more of a social worker and therapist than anything else. Ego-booster, release valve, listener, temporary companion. Sometimes (given her day job and how it intersected with her other work) she was a logistical co-ordinator.
believe it or not, the most interesting story she told me wasn’t about sex, at all.
She was called in to to help some guy from Samsung (she can identify the company – it’s like 50% of Korea’s GDP, it’s everywhere). She spent an entire weekend with him, at some retreat for business types, and instead of remaining behind closed doors, proved herself the most competent assistant organizer he’d ever seen. He then approached the agency and hired her (not through them) to work about once a month for a year or so. She wasn’t paid the same high salary, but it was very good, on the order of what she’d get working as an account exec for a big firm, maybe $80 an hour (about half what she got otherwise).
This is what she did:
– Organize schedules for various impromptu business meetings
– Make sure the clients were happy; keep the alcohol and entertainment flowing
– Book venues, make phone calls, make sure the right people were paid the right amounts
– Greet people, be the social smoother-over
– be the public face of his little corporate meeting-group.
– Smooth over last-minute details and emergencies; when a light bulb exploded in a projector when showing an industry film, she sourced a new one and got this $500 bulb to them within 15 minutes from a place across the city, by making 3 phone calls.
She was admittedly not book-smart, but damn, she did know how to organize. She had some kind of genius. And her EQ was sky-high (and her ass was perfect: hence, my affection. Call me a dick).
Sounds like her job involved prostitution, right? Procuring? Social meetings?
Get this: This gig was essentially running the back-stage and front-door operations for conferences for huge Samsung-Chaebol/non-Korean company divisions. She was paid as much as big-wig corporate execs for her work, maybe a few hours a week and one weekend a month, for about 6 months.
She later told me. This was the capacity I met her in, as well; as a media-events co-ordinator (before she got that gig).
I assumed she was always sleeping with the guy; in fact, she said, she rarely did. The moment he saw her value as an organizer, he stopped thinking with his dick and used her where she was appropriate.
he once told her she was the most competent “employee” he’d ever had. It was too bad he didn’t have more work, she’d likely still be working for him. And there she was, without a university degree (and this is a big deal in Korea).
This told me several things.
– Like most guys, the man wanted to have sex with hot women.
– Like most guys, her boss also respected a woman who was competent: once she showed she was highly valuable and competent in a work capacity, he had respect for her, and changed his interaction with her to reflect this. He likely got another cute thing to bang on the side to replace her. So men aren’t evil and it’s very possible for them to respect women. This is the experience of men and women I know in highly technical or demanding fields: Despite the cries of feminists, men in these fields have deep and abiding respect for women who make it and prove themselves. They have the same respect for them that they have for men.
– Like many working girls, she had other skills. But the truth is, she knew that her good looks and sexual power were part and parcel of her other opportunities, and maxed this advantage out. She also knew that this was why many women hated her: They destested her freedom, her power and her willingness to use it with men.
This is why I have grave doubts about the intrinsic truthfulness of the abolitionist/neofeminist motivations.
It seems like this:
Middle-aged, older, ugly or insecure women who have lost out on the sexual marketplace or have lower values than they’d like, have therefore less power over men, and resent other women for having this power.
Their attacks on male sexuality are proxies for their hatred of other women’s power with the men they either desire or wish to assume absolute control over (the never-ending quest to exercise control over a male, the cornerstone of female reproductive strategy since the dawn of time: Emotional, practical, legal, social).
There was virtually no sex involved after the first weekend, when she was “entertainment”. And yet —
she never pretended she wasn’t a working girl hired by a guy with lots of money. She was comfortable with that.
That was when our relationship started to get weirdly serious for me, and it began to end. I can see now I was getting too attached and was uncomfortable with it, for social reasons.
Last time I was in Korea, I learned something: She’s been managing her fiance’s local business opportunities, and I make a prediction. The two of them are going to get filthy rich; they’re both blue-collar, very smart, highly organized, people-people and very energetic. And I predict she’s going to be happy helping to make him rich.
I;m sure there are stupid, drug-addled whores, too.
But the skills she earned in her business will turn out to be gold for her husband, I’ll bet, and she’ll make sure they have a more than decent life together.
Kelly once asked me what I thought of whores given my incredibly limited experience.
How about this:
“They’re people – precisely like all other people. No more, no less.”
Abolitionists: Self-righteousness and power corrupts.
Yes, but only after they’ve PROVEN themselves. Neofeminists want the masculine perks that come from proving oneself in competition, but they want to be handed them as women are handed certain things just for being women. They can’t accept that only feminine perks can be gained in the feminine way, and to get those one has to ACT like a woman. In other words they want masculine perks by feminine means, without having to follow either script. It’s something for nothing, the expectation of Marxists and other parasites since the beginning of time.
It’s the sense of entitllement and being owed.
I was born, so life owes me an existence.
I got married, so my husband owes me happiness.
I’m a man, so a woman owes me obedience (no thoughts about reciprocal obligations).
Feminists don’t realize how marxist entitlement sentiments have infected the movement since the 1960’s. It’s no longer about feminism: It’s about permanent class warfare, with shifting class definitions.
This is why it’s so hard, for example, to fight the vicious and brutal sexism and homophobia in black American culture. Why? Because blacks are a “victim class” – like women, they can do no wrong and are above criticism. In fact, black mob violence (flash mobs) and random beat-downs are becoming problems in some cities; random violence against gay men, especially gay black men, is rampant and worse than anything every dished out by white Americans; and many attitudes in the black community make medieval Europe look like a feminist paradise. Rape is 10x more likely in the black community than it is elsewhere, and hundreds of times more likely than in any college anywhere in the country. But to white upper-class college elitist feminism, the problems don’t exist: blacks are a “discriminated class”, and therefore are above not only criticism, but even analysis or observation.
Unnoticed in this is the savage racism directed in paternalistic fashion: the apparent concern for how blacks are portrayed more or less leaves potential victims sitting with no public outlet, it leaves black youth on the edge of criminality excuses for bad behavior instead of shame for bad behavior – and tacitly encourages this slow creep into social pathology.
“Not enough women in science” – well, when you actually track it, everyone in actual science knows why: the Asberger-syndrome like focus needed for success in a savagely competitive field is usually not how most women, even smart women with PhDs, want to live their lives.
As a physics prof said to me 20 years ago: I’d love for more women to study seriously. But no mater what I do, I can’t convince most of them to commit themselves to working 80-hour weeks for no money for the sheer joy of physics. They all seem to have extra-curricular activities that take their time away.
I don’t tolerate this among my male grad students; I’m not going to baby women and pretend that they can achieve the same results with half the work.
And yet, soon, we’ll have quotas for doling money out to female researchers, despite the fact that they can compete fine on their own when they choose to compete as equals and that far too many women actively choose not to pursue this kind of life, leaving the field bereft of the women who might be there.
But no; It must be a Patriarchy Conspiracy to Keep Women Down. It has NOTHING to do with female interests or female choice.
Uh huh.
So let’s dumb down standards and treat women like little children who need coddling.
What an insult to women who can actually achieve things on their own.
And on this problem:
http://www.foxnews.com/us/2011/06/18/top-five-most-brazen-flash-mob-robberies/
This is the tip of the iceberg. This has happened in Boston, where I live: random beat-downs for no good reason. In one city, an elderly Asian man beaten to death, the kids laughing and the so-called liberal papers asking why the sociopaths who did it were victimized into randomly beating an old black man. These things are almost too common to report now.
Privately we all know that anti-everyone else racism in black America is at an all-time high; dislike, if not outright hatred, is the rule of thumb between hispanic and black America; and black America truly loathes East Asians in America in a way whites never have, likely out of both jealousy at their immediate success (relatively speaking, it’s humiliating to have outsiders, also suffering from some pretty bad racism, to be almost universally successful as soon as they land in the US; it’s also made Asians profound enemies of Affirmative Actions, because they’ve become victims of it) .
Instead of racial harmony, this whole philosophy breeds lower standards and lower expectations, racial hatred and racial divisions.
Now we’re descending into mass black mobs with a hate-on for everything not black, and a bigger hate-on for blacks who dare to do things like work or be social (not anti-social).
But we can’t talk about it. Class warfare means ignoring the plight of our fellow citizens as they’re allowed to self-immolate on the pyres of political correctness. At best, the elite armchair socialists throw more (other peoples’) money at the problem and pretend this paternalism is what’s going to fix it.
Actually, on this score, i think some self-interested self-segregation – to get the hell away from liberal do-gooders and moralizing busybodies – would be the best thing for inner-city black communities. Up to the 1960’s, black communities suffered far worse racism and in places like Chicago and Boston had functioning social institutions, like companies, really good schools (without any resources), good colleges (HBCUs, which were once decent, now decayed and frayed), professionals and their own businesses.
As soon as the 60’s welfare state-interlopers got into the mix, it all went into the toilet. Now, when racism is arguably no longer socially polite and much less rampant, black inner cities are wallowing in filth and criminal detritus and general failure like never before, while outsiders run their businesses when they even exist and opportunities are scarce.
Seriously, no-one set back racial integration more than 1960’s marxist-inspired class warfare socialists with good intentions.
The same is true for men and women. Nothing makes women more miserable or more dejected than having demands placed on them they just don’t want to fulfill. Even seeing their men sacrificed for their apparent benefit doesn’t fill their hearts with gladness.
Just look at the Second Wives’ Clubs and how much they detest the bizarre rules surrounding alimony or child support and visitation.
This social chaos and all of these self-defeating contradictions are direct results of the class warfare unleashed in the 1960’s and the often mutually incompatible philosophies espoused by the Nanny Statists who, when they get power, are no different from any other paternalistic power-hungry monopolists throughout history.
Sorry for the screed. But it’s all philosophically related. It’s an underlying attitude.
(Just … makes… me… so… mad.)
During his teeyears, mark wahlberg blinded one elderly Asian man, put another asian in a coma and routinely ganged up on black teenagers in his neighborhood. For hiss crimes, he served a whopping 90 days (IIRC) in confinement. But he did serve as an excellent role model for other degenerates in Boston.
Where the hell do you get this stuff?
As an active weekly hobbyist (generally 1-3 appts a week), I’d say your numbers are correct. For the most part, I think the guys try to police themselves as a group and genuinely care about the well being of the girls they see. The assholes & abusive bastards usually get outed in due course, word gets around the community, and none of the girls will see them after that.
@thehumascorch: You bet they do! Some people wince at he use of the word but truthfully, I wish I knew whores when I was younger. I might have done things a little differently given the confidence & perspective I might have gained from those wonderful women. They are smart, filled to the brim with personality, and there is no bullshit, drama, or games. As a guy, it’s truly liberating. I can say that in the 4 months since I started “hobbying”, I met met some of the most interesting & engaging women I’ve ever known. My confidence level in all daily dealings (not just hobby related) is amazingly higher than it ever was. Interpersonal relationships both male & female with those around you from to day improve dramatically. Hobbying is the most amazing therapy I could ever imagine. Too bad I can never tell my wife.
A lot of women like to have Girls’ Night Out, even after they are married. Let the man have his freaking bachelor party.
I too have some fond memories of the parties I worked.
I remember one in particular, I was doing a two-girl show in front of the men, about a dozen or so. One man, in particular, kept getting very close, touching and wanting to participate. (Fine with me, I offered extras, the other girl did not.)
Finally, as the man again got close to us, I heard a voice from the crowd-
“Dad. Leave the strippers alone, please!” The groom to be called out.
Dad still had some life in him.
🙂
LOL, that is funny. At 57, I’d probably be the dad in that scenario if one of my sons were having a bachelor party.
Happy Summer Solstice, everyone!