Currently have two stags coming up.
One is my brothers. It’s not his actual stag, because he’s having two - one for mates, one for family and family friends. I’m fine with this because a holiday with his mates would be hell, and the family one will just be a night out in Cardiff and I can sleep at my parents. Fine.
The other is for an old school friend who’s one of my favourite people but also a complete oddball and liability. He hasn’t even told me he’s getting married yet, but apparently a date is set in September, in Germany. I’m not planning on going at this rate, because call me traditional, but I kind of want an invite to an event before I start buying plane tickets for it.
Anyway, the stag is happening in Northamptonshire of all places, to take in a monster truck rally. Fine. BUT, it’s on a Sunday night, which means taking at least Monday off work, but half of them are planning to arrive on Friday. Fuck that, I don’t three nights of it.
The real hassle is the stag’s brother, who is pissing everyone off. He doesn’t drink, which is fine, but he’s rejecting every suggestion of an activity that doesn’t involve drinking either. His counter-suggestions have been wild camping and buying super expensive racing drones. Guaranteed I will throw him under a monster truck before the weekend is out.