Stag Nite.

Mr Soccer Pundit called, asking me out to go for a Stag night with one of his friends. At Boat Quay, where alcohol are cheap (ok, relatively cheaper than else where), and waitresses, friendly. Now, being a self professed alcoholic, I would normally jump at any excuse to drink.

But..... because of my late nights the past few days, I had to decline. Too tired. And of course, such cruel pranks should only be played on good friends. Only a good friend could remind you that such nights ( by holding the Stag night), where you can drink heavily, chat up girls, have fun, will be forbidden once you get married. That going out with beer buddies now would require visa approval from da missus, or da immigration officer. Or that you now have an islandwide curfew, only that you report back to ur wife instead. And only a good friend could play the occasional trick on you when ur dead drunk.

Had a friend in England who was about to get married, and as usual a Stag Night was organised for him, in a hotel room. A stripper was hired, plus beer, beer, beer and more beer were purchased. The poor sod drank himself silly, happy that he had friends to celebrate his marriage. Before long, he was knocked out cold by all those alcohol. Not one to let an opportunity slip by, we decided to strip him, and paid the stripper to sleep beside him. No, not to hump him, but to just sleep beside him and convince him that he slept with her. The groom to be, being a Christian, was guilty stricken for the next two days, convinced that he had performed a great sin, before I finally told him about the prank.

We're evil, yes, but not that evil. Heh.