He looked bleary eyed and sounded incredibly husky (rather sexy actually!!) but had thoroughly enjoyed his jaunt away with the lads.
Two days of male bonding and testosterone fueled events had clearly agreed with him and he enthusiastically spilled the beans as I caught up with all the news and goings on.
Unfotunately it would be more than my life is worth if I revealed what goes on in the inner sanctum of the stag do. A strictly male preserve of ‘macho-ness’ and bravado the phrase ‘What happens on tour stays on tour’ applies; although from what I can gather all that happened was vast amounts of alcohol were consummed and brain cells fried.
I feel it safe to reveal a few ‘hubby related’ tit bits from the weekend though! Go-karting on the Friday saw his competitive streak come to the fore but alas his attempts were not quite enough to beat the unconquerable ‘Mr B’ and he had to make do with second place. For ‘Mr B’ being beaten isn’t an option although I do seem to remember a swimming race in Prestatyn where he didn’t quite get the result he was looking for!!
Hubby also gallantly attempted to keep up in the drinking stakes and ended the night with a Sambuca and that ’empty vessel’ feeling – his words not mine! Unfortunately he doesn’t get the chance to indulge in heavy drinking sessions anymore – or maybe that is a good thing! Leaving a day early meant he missed out on the grand finale but kept his liver intact; a trade off that in the cold light of day was probably the wisest decision to make.
I can only imagine how heads and stomachs are feeling this morning as the lads wake up and contemplate their flights home. Lets hope there isn’t too much turbulence – of any variety!!
And so another stag was given a successful send off as he transitions from the echelons of ‘singledom’ and joins the rest of us in the ranks of ‘married old farts’
On a serious note – congratulations to D & K on your impending nuptials; its about time too really!! 🙂