Successful Bachelor Party

Frank has returned from his successful bachelor party. While I don't know all that went on there, I think he was rather behaved. His brother couldn't make it, but that was pretty much expected. It sounds like he had a great time despite that. They played a lot of golf, attended the NCAA tournament, and I'm sure did many other boy things that I probably don't want to hear about.

To keep myself busy while he was away getting in trouble, I did absolutely nothing... seriously, nothing. I sat around all day by myself. I had plans to meet someone for lunch one day, but it didn't work out. Granted, I don't know a lot of people where I live now, but I think even if I did I still would've chosen to do nothing. When he planned his B-party months ago, I just knew I'd be all preoccupied and nervous. Usually I really miss Frank and get grumpy. I think I could have gone another week though. I've just been so busy and so tired that it felt so good to be lazy, make messes that I didn't have to clean up (until he returned), and have absolutely no one to answer to. I must say, it was nice. I do wish I'd done a couple of things differently, like treat myself to a spa day or something, but I really wasn't prepared to feel somewhat "happy" that my fiance was off with all his buddies on a bachelor party.

Honestly, I've never understood the tradition of a bachelor party. It really just never made sense to me. You decide you want to declare your love to someone and commit to them for life, but first you must go celebrate and "be single???" It is very contradicting to me. Obviously, I let Frank do his thing, but I will never "agree" with this tradition. Relationships should be publicly respectable, and whether your relationship is on display to your friends or total strangers, only you can choose how you want people to perceive it. I've never been one to stop someone from doing something they wanted though (we do only live once), so I happily dropped Frank off at the airport. I didn't get grumpy with him the entire weekend, which is pretty good for me, didn't text, and waited for him to call me. I can be pretty bratty, and whiny when I'm uneasy about things, so I must say I was very well behaved!

I did, however, lose it when Frank mentioned upon his return that his friends (primarily his brother) thought he should have another bachelor party since his brother couldn't make it. I said no...Ab...so...lute...ly NOT!!!! How ridiculous. As I said before, the point of getting married isn't to see how many strippers you can gawk at with your buddies before your wedding! Granted, this was coming from his friends (er...uh...brother), but Frank took the fall for this one. I think I yelled for about an hour and slept on the couch (it was really cold, but I had to prove my point.) It lasted about a full 24 hours, and I imagine with my inability to move on (yes, I know I should work on that) it'll come up again many times over the next couple of weeks months. Poor Frank. It was just a really ridiculous thing to say when you first get back from a 4 day bachelor fiesta! Hopefully he got the point from my mini-fit. You know though, his brother should really as they say "sac up", there was no excuse for him to not be at his brother's bachelor party. He is sad for choosing his pathetic girlfriend over his brother's bachelor party. You can't make that up by having a second one that your boss, I mean girlfriend, approves of... sorry. Nice try. His girlfriend, possibly soon to be fiance (GAG!!! Stay tuned for a real doozie of a blog about that subject!), probably won't even let him have a bachelor party. If he does have one though, trust me, I will personally make sure the booze is flowing and the strippers are endless!!!