I will certainly offer a prayer for you.
And if you want an (unmarried) male’s perspective on the bachelor party thing … I just don’t get it, and I never have.
I get having a party with your friends and having a big send off of your “bachelor years”, 'cos let’s face it, most of us had a good time at university and the friendships and experiences forged in those young adult years when we are first out on our own are usually pretty unforgettable. So having a blow out with one’s friends to close that stage of one’s life and usher in a new and better one seems like a fine idea to me.
But the strippers and other nonsense?
I have had to endure my share of bachelor parties and my friends always knew where I stood on this stuff. They gave me grief and “rode” me about it, sure, but it never mattered. At the first one, for my university flatmate, I left the room and went into another room and stood there with my drink watching television while the stripper was doing her bit in the sitting room.
But the stripper didn’t realise why I had gone and when my friends started chanting my name she came running into the room where I was with one of my friends (who was a bit on the drunk side shall we say) behind her, laughing. I wish I had a photo of the expression that I must have had on my face when I looked at her, because she just stopped dead in her tracks, turned around, grabbed my friend by the elbow and pulled him out of the room saying “leave him alone. Let him be.”
I just can’t stand that nonsense.