When Nipple-shaped Straws Just Won't Cut It...

So I'm planning a bachelor party for this coming Saturday night, and I've been having trouble with it for a variety of reasons.

1) I'm not the best man, so I feel a bit a weird about taking the lead, but the best man is in Austin, and I'm here, so its on me.

2) The groom isn't what you'd call a total boozehound or player. He drinks to be social, but his fiance is his first real girlfriend of consequence.

3) I don't know 2/3 of the invited list, so who knows if they'll be down for whatever I pick (although, honestly? Too bad for them if they aren't.)

4) I've just never planned one before.

So based on all this, I'm going to try and keep it semi-tame, while still working to embarrass the groom when at all possible. As such, I went shopping last night the Pleasure Place in Georgetown. And quite honestly, I was very disappointed with the selection. There just aren't enough shirts/hats/badges/etc to embarass bachelors on their big night. Plenty of items for bachelorettes, but a bizarre double standard. Maybe there's money to be made there?

"Mom, Dad, don't worry... I have a new job. I sell bachelor party supplies..."

Maybe not. Any rate, although I was intrigued by the array of toys, attachments, and underwear, I left without a single purchase. Instead, I came home and bought this online...



so if you see a short Italian guy out in DC on Saturday wearing it, please stop by, say hi, and buy him a shot!

Oh, and I've been added to the DC Blogs list... go me!