My surprise stag do…

So, I get married next month.  The call of the stag do/bachelor party looms large on the horizon.  My best friends ‘plot my demise’…

At 4AM this Friday I will be whisked away somewhere not of my choosing.  I know only three things; that it might be cold, that none of us have been there before, and that I provided my passport number – but is this a ruse?  Only time will tell.

I am not allowed to pack my own bag for this three day trip, they are planning some obscenity for me.  I am allowed to bring only five items to add to the bag that they are packing.  Those five items include a pair of socks as two separate items.

Where I’m going has intrigued me for a while.  It’s April, it can’t be that cold anywhere in Europe can it?  High altitude, North, and East.  Those are the prospective angles.  I have my suspicions because I was also told that it was somewhere that none of us have been before.  In Europe that doesn’t leave too much!

With some trepidation but a whole pile of excitement and curiosity I throw myself into this venture.  What is certain is that I will have an excellent time, what is less certain is whether I will want to look at the photographs afterwards.

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2 thoughts on “My surprise stag do…

  1. hope you survives!!

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