My STAG-DO day!!

In every humans' life there are some milestones which determine how far has that person come along in this life.Some dare to ignore the norms, some desperately wait for each one of them to take on.I belong to the latter case. Marriage is one such occasion where milestones from different perspective, be it religious, spiritual, economical, societal or biological all meet up. Here is mine coming up in a few days, and the good lads at work choose to celebrate it.

Some kept reminding me as if it was the D day and some on a pleasant note did mention that its going to be great life ahead, I tend to agree with the latter thought.To set the mood just right, my faithful collogues at work did throw me the stag party.

"Me" being me they had to alter the norms of a typical Irish stag party. All things had to be mellowed down by a factor of a million. That was exactly what I wanted as well. A very normal boring night out for them is a high adrenalin party for me.(standards vary for each individual). The entire team decided to go out on a bowling night to Stillorgan. Nothing begins here without the tradition of paying due respect to the Irish gods at the local pub. We back at home, do "Ganesh" prayer and here all starts with a "Guinness" prayer and I agree the latter formality is more fun.Three cars full of excited Lads all set in a pensive mood to out do each other at the game.

Three lanes to start with to sort out the best from each team and then to put the best, mediocre and the elite; in three groups. I belonged to the elite group. Dave, the chief organiser of such social events had the mots majestic way of bowling. which starts of with a gentle push of the bowling ball down the alley ending with a moonwalk. A few other who believed that muscle power is all what is needed, actually did prove the point.The bowling pins were running for the lives even before the ball got to them!!. Some who have spent much time testing software were in the same mode testing the strength of the bowling alley's wooden floor.

I was not that bad myself,but more than the score board, which read "BADASS" I enjoyed the humour of Brain and other lads. Thankfully humour was in abundance thanks to Dave convincing the leisure plex management to get our own Beers into the place. After a good few games, we decided to move on to the next most skill full game. The Bowling alley is some where I have been before, but a pool table is 'NOT'.I very well knew that I had no change of even getting the tip of the stick strike the ball, but divided into it. Apparently college lads spend most of their good academic time here on this game, so naturally everyone around me were very good at this. The only job I had was to sit and watch them play in awe. Few of them even snubbed me to get out of their way and wanted me to sit in some corner with the camera.

It truly is a skill full game and what puts me to shame is these guys play better when they are under the influence and me on the other hand....hmmmmm... lets not go there. It was well past 11 pm and what was too late for me is what was just a start for the rest. Hunger occupied most of our minds and we all headed to the big golden M to feast. Once done all hoped to the nearest watering hole. the McGowan pub. The theme was all Halloween in there. everyone settled in. A few of them prepared to leave and of all people I who was supposed to be the last man standing given that it was my "Stag-do" was the first legging to the exit. A few of the hardy ones were up just to drink for the sun rise. None the less, This is my first, last and only Stag do which I loved the most. The gesture of my good mates here is what I appreciated the most. I had two outlooks now, one being the climax of my bachelor day has been marked for good the other now I look forward for the next celebration, for the last time if you allow me to indulge. "I definitely agree with the latter".