How to Build a Better Bachelor Party

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GQ Magazine’s article “How To Build A Better Bachelor Party” includes 22 legendary rules to follow for a “douche-baggery-free” wild one.

“Who says closing the book on a man’s singlehood has to involve overpriced hotel suites, bad steak, and dingy strip clubs? If you do the age-old celebration right, you can make it what it was originally intended to be: a douche-baggery-free weekend of male bonding no one involved will forget- or regret.”

Photograph by Danielle Levitt for GQ Magazine

Photograph by Danielle Levitt for GQ Magazine

NUMBER 1 RULE:

” ALWAYS HAVE A PLAN -> We know what you’re thinking. Get a bunch of guys together, buy a crapoload of booze, and this thing’s gonna rock. Right? Wrong. Have at least one organized activity planned or you’ll end up huddled around a laptop surfing YouTube all weekend. Note: HAlo 3 is not an organized activity.”

RULE NO. 2:

“TURN OFF THE SPICE CHANNEL.”

RULE NO. 22:

“YOUR POLICY ON COED BACHELOR PARTIES? ZERO TOLERANCE.”

RULE NO. 14:

“IF YOU’RE GOING TO TRY TO GET INTO A CLUB WITH TEN DUDES, FOR CHRISSAKES, HAVE A PLAN.

It’s Saturday evening. Everybody’s fired up for a big night out. But it turns out somebody dropped the ball on reservations. So now what? How are you getting past the fedora-wearing doorman at a decent club with nothing but a buzz and a bunch of your favorite drunk, horny, fist-bumping broheims from back home? And no girls?”

RULE NO. 8:

“NO DADS ALLOWED -> It’s July 1993, and I’m standing in a Jersey Shore hotel ballroom with two dozen 25-year-old football types. A woman I mistook for a waitress walks in, fixes on her target, then starts dancing around my brother, the bachelor, who quickly decides he’s had enough and sends her over to me. Immediately after I’m put in the banquet chair, I realize that two things are being being offered to me through a fog of apple body spray (and one being taken away): The first is a sip off a cold Heineken. The second, arched just above it like a tiny ski jump: a woman’s nipple. The thing I lost? My dignity, the moment I looked to my right and saw my dad watching. – Luke Zaleski”

RULE NO. 19:

“YOU DON’T HAVE TO GO TO VEGAS!”

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May 21st, 2009

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