The second I asked my best, and longest friend (we met in preschool!) to be the Best Man at my upcoming wedding, he congratulated me but then immediately proceeded to ask me what I'd like to do for my Bachelor Party.
"Oh, nothing too elaborate. Perhaps a train trip from Seattle to Vancouver BC and then a gentlemen's night on the town." He would have none of that. "No, in your case -- the last of the Retched Brothers to settle down -- we need to do something BIG." I shrugged.
Six months later I'm counting down the days to an 8-day trip to Mazatlan, Mexico with -- can you believe it? -- over a dozen of my fabulous West Coast friends. Those who even moved away to Idaho, Colorado, and Arizona will be coming down.
A lucky thirteen of us friends since grade, middle, and high school will be spending a solid week along the west coast of Mexico. Yes, I'm a little scared, but most of all I'm so delighted that all of these good buds would be willing to take the time off from work, wives, and children to come celebrate the last moments of my bachelorhood in a tropical paradise.
More once I've arrived and the whole thing gets officially underway.
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