Vegas Bachelor Parties = Tired
We here at the Surly Birds took in The Hangover this weekend, and while it was very, very funny, and definitely worth seeing, we came away thinking a few things. One, Zach Galifianakis needs to be in more stuff. Two, how does Bradley Cooper not get more love from the ladies in this country? And three, we’re glad somebody finally made a movie making fun of all the people who go to Vegas for one last night of debauchery with the fellas. Honestly, it’s getting tired.
It seems like every time I hear about one of my friends getting engaged, I have to start checking flights to Vegas. Because whoever the best man turns out to be, he’s gonna decide he needs to go all out. He needs to do something for his best buddy that can’t be topped. So inevitably, he plans the same vacation every other best man plans. Vegas.
Girls. Booze. Gambling. Girls. Booze. Girls. We get it. There’s nothing more awesome than planned craziness that any other person in the world can have if he/she chooses to spend the money on it. You guys are true ballers. No, not you guys. Or you guys, either. Yeah, you guys. You guys are ballers. (Sorry, those other bachelor parties thought I was talking to them).
And now I’m hearing girls are getting in on this. Now it’s bachelorette parties in Vegas. Look, it simply has to stop. At some point, people are gonna realize how tired these parties are, and having never gone, you’ll feel better knowing you were never a contributor to this awful trend. I mean, heavyweight fights, gambling, variety shows – that’s one thing. That’s Vegas. But last nights of being single, brought to you by 12 guys on a budget? No. You need to be 42 with kids and a six-figure salary for me to respect a blackout night in Vegas. That’s a guy who not only earned it, but had a lot more to lose.
So what do you think dear readers? Are you as sick of these lame attempts at scheduled debauchery as we are? Or are you still on the Vegas train? What’s the best bachelor/bachelorette party you’ve ever been to? Any good ideas for ones in the future?
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Damn.
FirstTimePosterLongTimeListener,
We would now urge you to use this post as a call to prove us wrong. The way to do that is innovate. In effect, we’re challenging you to have the most ridiculous time possible and throw out all the tired old conventions of bachelor parties – or else do them better.
We believe in the power of you. Make us proud out there – and always double down on 10’s.
The Surly Birds.
Vegas has possibilities beyond the kind of bachelor outing stereotyped by the Hangover. I recently went out there for a gentlemen’s weekend with my dad and brother in honor of my impending nuptuals. We:
-saw an incredible concert
-put on our dinner jackets and ate a ridiculously classy and delicious meal
-played golf on an awesome desert course
-rubbed elbows with Iron Mike Tyson at a boxing match
-smoked cubans in front of the bellagio fountain
-shot craps in the old, less expensive part of town and left, up
So while i would agree that the adrenaline and puke-soaked bachelor celebrations you guys are riffing on are indeed tired, Vegas is a great place to take a few of your most trusted confidants and pay tribute to the kind of pleasures that can only be appreciated by the Y chromosome.
Also, i recognize that saying “rubbing elbows” is pretty gay and i apologize.
Talking about how bachelor parties in vegas are cliche is now cliche.
I don’t know what you guys are talking about. When I think Vegas, I think class.
Like rows upon rows of abandoned, rat and snake infested foreclosed housing. I want to smoke a cuban in front of that.
On a related note, the other day I was sitting on a plane at the Las Vegas Airport on my way to San Diego, and there was a Bachelor Party of guys on the plane with us eager to get off. Mind you it was 11:45 and we had been on a plane for two and a half hours. Apparently the groom felt he need to yawn as he stretched to stand. This act generated one of the most ludicrous reaction I have ever seen or heard in my life from one of his groomsmen.
The groomsman goes (really loudly on a crowded plane), “What the Fuck dude, there’s no yawning in VEGAS! Are you going to be a fucking pussy this entire trip!?!”
Thats absurd on so many levels, but mostly you could feel the love between the groom and his chosen matrimonial witness.
I love Bradley Cooper. Remember when he was on Alias? Loved it! And that failed chef tv show? That was sad.