Notes on a Stag

Levi: “So Joe is organizing the stag and guess what…. it’s going to be in VEGAS”

Inner Monologue Levi: don’t look too excited don’t look too excited

Naama: ” That is so great, oh my goodness you guys are going to have such a good time!”

Inner monologue Naama: Be cool…  be cool… don’t seem nervous or upset, block out immediate mental image of last week’s CSI where the prostitute drugs the straying husband and steals all his money. You are way too calm and collected for that ….you are the laid back girlfriend … that’s right.

So maybe that wasn’t exactly how it  happened but I would be lying if I said I didn’t have a few moments of …shall we say… uncertainty after I dropped the boys off at the airport on Friday. I mean a stag in VEGAS! It cannot possibly get more debauchery-filled then that. So how do you cope? How does the calm cool collected bride-to-be refrain from becoming the ultimate cliche? More importantly, how does the guy…. go to Vegas, party like a rock star and still come home in his partner’s good books?

Truth is most of us girls look forward to the weekends of freedom as much as the boys do. It gives us an opportunity to do all the things that make the men a lil’ coo-coo. This past Sunday  I committed the ultimate weekend crime, I spent a great deal of the morning and early afternoon lying in bed and talking on the phone. A travesty in Levi’s mind but a perfect Sunday morning in mine.   A large portion of the weekend also went to doing extremely girly wedding stuff which I won’t share because I have too much pride to admit my love of china, stem wear and lace. Levi…well, he  seemed to have spent the majority of the weekend drinking and gambling. And again… he won’t share because ….(insert cheesy Vegas tag-line….i’ll start you off…”what happens in______ “)

An important discovery which I will share however, is that Levi and I actually consciously decided that we would not call each other while he was away and truthfully, that was the smartest thing we could have done.  A few well placed text messages mostly having to do with the Raptors crushing victories over the Bobcats and the Pacer’s let us know that one another was alive and well.

So not only did Levi come out looking cool and not weighed down by his ball and chain, but, I did not get woken up by late night drunken phone calls because Levi felt he “had to call”.

I think the no-phone call clause should be manditory for all stags/stagettes to ensure a peaceful and pleasant reunion. Oh and guys…. ALWAYS always bring home a present. That helps a lot too.