Stags 'n Fags

The countdown to matrimony started last night. It was the stag party, rather, 'sten' party - a combination of 'stag' and 'hen', although there were no women at the event, there were lots of 'girls', 24 gay men and one straight guy thrown in for good measure. In addition, it was a party for both me and Scooter as we have so many friends in common, we didn't think it was fair to subject them to two expensive evenings, esp. since many of them will be flying to Canada for our wedding. As far as I know, only two people had to cancel, one as he had the flu, the other as he was too tired from working late the night before.

We started off at our local Soho pub, the Duke of Wellington aka 'The Welly' at 6pm. Jason, my best man, had an area upstairs reserved with lovely balloons and we arrived there just after six. We had a few pints whilst some of the guys arrived, lots of 'mwahs' and well wishes. We hopped into a cab about an hour later, not knowing our destination. All I knew was it involved bowling as someone spilled the beans a few days later.

We arrived at London's County Hall, just on the other side of the Thames to Big Ben. Inside is Namco Station, a huge arcade with bowling alleys, dodgem cars, video games and everything in between. We had an area roped off to eat and drink and exclusive use of six lanes for almost three hours. The lanes were 'short' and you didn't need proper bowling shoes, so it made for an interesting experience as several people found out when they fell flat on their faces forgetting they couldn't 'slide' on the lane. No serious harm done, although one person broke a nail! Shock horror!

I lost count of the number of games I played, but I think my best score was about 157, but towards the end, after several drinks, no one cared and was bowling between their legs, backwards and any other silly way they could play.

Jason had also arranged a huge bag of tokens so we could drive like maniacs on the dodgem cars. Apparently they are the fastest ones in Europe and I believe it! You really zoomed around, and of course, it make for some extremely violent collisions. We were all rather banged and bruised by the end of it, but it was great fun!

Just before we left, everyone gathered together and Jason presented us with a card signed by a number of the guys - they had al pooled their money together and bought a flat screen telly! A Sony Bravia one to be exact! (Had it delievered on the Tuesday - it's fantastic!). We were surprised and over the moon with such a lovely gift.

After that, about a dozen of us headed off to XXL to drink and dance the night away. Jason had got us on the guest list, so we didn't have to queue up, or pay. The management even had a really nice bottle of champagne on ice waiting for us.

Scooter and I finally left there around 3:30am, got a cab home and were in bed by 4:30. Sunday of course, was pretty much a total write off, but had a fantastic evening with a fantastic bunch of mates.

So, a HUGE thanks to my best man Jason for organising a great night for me and Scooter, and thanks to everyone who came along, namely: Jason, Paul B, David, Matthew, BHP, Garret (in absentia, but contributed to the telly), Nigel, Davey, Kevin, Keith, Gareth, Albert, Jez, Will, Shaun, Neil, Blake, Gavin, Jeffrey, Justin, and Ricky. You're all a great bunch of mates and we're glad you were able to take part in the fun!

Four Weeks and Counting!

Four weeks on Friday I'll be hitched. I'll have the old ball and chain tied to my ankle. I'll officially have 'an other half'. I can't believe it's almost here.

It's all becoming more and more real as time goes by, especially since our gift list at John Lewis is open and people have bought things already! We got 'stuff' woo hoo! Of course, the wedding isn't about presents, but they certainly don't hurt either now, do they?

All but two people have replied now, but I still couldn't believe how much 'chasing up' we had to do to get people to give us an answer. It's annoying - do they think weddings just magically happen? Maybe the think the 'wedding fairy' waves her magic wand or something.

Well, we have our own wedding fairy in the form of my Mom and Dad - there's no way in hell's bathroom (sorry, I heard that line on 'Everyone Loves Raymond' the other day and it made me laugh) that we could pull off this whole shindig without them.

It is stressful being thousands of miles away however and not being able to be directly involved, but it's the best we can do and I know it will be ok on the day.

The hotel - The Laurel Point Inn looks lovely and is in the picture above. Oh, we would like to thank them for changing the menus and uping the price by five bucks a head. Grrr. Still, it's too late now to do anything about it, but the food should be fabulous.

Not only is this taking place, but two days later, my parents are having a party at their home for everyone. I can imagine my Mom's house is filled with lists upon lists. And lists to make lists about making lists. And more lists after that. She is so organised, it's amazing.

On the London side, we're planning a reception here in July for all our UK friends and family. Many will have been to the wedding as well, but this is more about those who were not able to make it, or those that we didn't invite to the wedding for one reason or another.

I found out last night my parents will be coming to London for that party, so not only will be sorting that out, but getting the house in order to pass my mom's white glove test! OK, she's not that bad at all, but I want the place to look perfect. I really am my mother's son in that way. I think I get the 'stress' factor from my Dad and my maternal grandmother.

Genes...who'd have 'em eh?

But all in all, it will be a good few days...I hope!