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Friday . April 25 . 2003 . 10:27am in the company of men I don't want anyone to panic, but we had a slight disaster with the Breadman yesterday. See, we were trying to make a loaf of cheese bread to feed our houseguests, because we are so nice. But there must have been something wrong with the yeast or maybe we didn't put in the ingredients in the right order, because what ended up coming out of the Breadman looked like the thing that crawled out of the matter transporter at the end of "The Fly," Jeff Goldblum version. (You know, the thing that grabbed the rifle in Geena Davis's hand and held it to its own head.) It just didn't look like the flour rose at all before it was baked. It's just a mass of hardened flour with lumps in it and crusty edges. There's a hole in the middle like a bomb hit it. So we're going to take them out for gelato instead. Tonight, Joe's Man friends are going to do Man things and take him out for a celebration of his Manly Manhood, a.k.a. The Bachelor Party. While Joe isn't really (and maybe I want to believe this) a Bachelor Party kind of guy, there's something about the tradition that appeals to him, and, I admit, to me as well. I mean, you have to do it. And even if there are no actual strippers and G-strings and waking-up-with-his-face-in-the-gutter involved (and again, maybe I want to believe this), you have to at least put up a good show. It's Men being Men! I wish I could have a bachelor party, but none of my close lady friends are in town yet. Since most of them have real jobs (unlike Joe's friends, who are almost all still students in one form or another), they're not getting in until the day of the rehearsal dinner. And my sister, while she's getting in Friday night, is taking the MCATs the next morning, so I don't think she'll be up for strippers. I guess Cooper and I will just whoop it up, celebrating my second to last evening of bachelorhood. Maybe we'll watch some pornos. I want to stress, however, that what I want is a bachelor party, not a bachelorette party. While a bachelor party is a tradition that still holds some mystique (for me, at least), a bachelorette party just conjures up none-too-pretty images of the bridge and tunnel set wearing fake wedding veils drunkenly lurching on the floor of Culture Club and shooting at each other with penis-shaped water guns. Bachelorette parties are like "Sorority Life," that is to say, tacky and suburban. I know that bachelor parties are equally reminiscent of college keg theme-parties, but, you know, I don't see that many bachelor parties out on the town, so in my mind, there is something secret and fun about them. Maybe there's candy involved. Actually, probably best that I don't know what goes on. xo Michelle Countdown to the wedding: 2 days Projected wedding weather: Mostly sunny, high 67°/ low 52° |
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