It had been more than 18 months … apparently that was a long engagement. Over the busy year with work, raising the baby, and two trips to Australia… and having Abby come over once more to meet Eden, everything was non-stop and too crazy to do anything. But between colour choosing, flower bouquets, venues, music, cakes, caterers, and suit sizing … it was finally done. And I actually enjoyed every minute planning it. Because I couldn’t wait to have that 'ball and chain' on forever. And it was great to have Abby, Justin and the kids arrive in London again for our wedding.
I requested to hire a private room with a bunch of guys from work, some old friends from school to have dinner and a few drinks with. I was happy to keep it casual with a few games of cards, because i was beyond all the things 'old Sean' would have liked. Victoria wanted to have all the girls at the hotel for dinner with a few cute bridal games and laughs.
Finally my last guest arrived and we all went by limousine together to the venue which was in one of the casinos in the city. I actually couldn’t wait to get out and away from the hotel for a night. Justin leant forward and passed everyone in the limousine a drink,
“Here’s to the groom… and to the man who I’d never thought would ever get married, congrats mate, you’re really doing it!” Justin said loosely.
“Have you had no faith in me at all for the last couple years?” I scoffed.
“Yes, yes congratulations…” Archimedes said weakly clinking his glass against mine.
“Thanks Arc,” I said quietly, “And thanks Justin,” I said louder.
After enjoying a meal when we first arrived, we were able to casually talk and enjoy each other’s company. I knew 10 years ago (not that I would have married 10 years ago) would not be like this. I could imagine it would be far wilder. I just hoped that Justin didn’t have anything embarrassing planned. But he sure was keeping everyone’s drinks full. As soon as one glass was done with, he was signalling the waiter to come and make another order. I was definitely feeling it, I was way past 6 drinks, and Justin was getting louder, and even my normally reserved friend Archimedes had a half-raised eyebrow if you talked his way.
It only seemed an hour past, and another 5 or 6 drinks to add when all of us were playing poker, raging drunk and gambling loudly. By now most of us were scoffing snacks, swaying on our seats and squinting at our cards a little harder.
“Hey let’s bail, let’s go see some strippers…” Justin said getting me around the head lock.
“What do ya say guys… ?” I laughed practically being dragged to the floor by a wobbly Justin. Some of my very conservative friends oddly jumped at the chance, while others grimaced in their chairs at the typical bachelor party antic.
“C’mon Arc, don’t be … ARC!” I slurred.
“Well as long as we aren’t stripping you down and tying you to a post in London… I guess. Ahem. I guess female nudity is better than yours… so. Strippers…. It is…” he said half rolling his eyes.
“Get up old man and grab your cane, you’re gonna need it. EYYYYY get this man a drink!” I said loudly.
All of us stumbled into London to try and find the first strip joint. Justin had been to London a few times, but I was completely unaware if he knew where he was going. But oddly enough, he sniffed one out looking and stumbling on his phone for a few minutes. As soon as we got in all of us found a table. Within a second of being there Justin had already disappeared to the bar and came back wobbling with a tray of shots. There was at least two for all of us. I knew most of these men to be quiet wine drinkers, but they actually knocked the shots back in a row like it was the thing to do because the guy next to them did it.
“I’m going to get some more…” Justin said trying to walk a straight line away from the table. Suddenly some girls came out… and they were circling tables with their lingerie on. Three came to our table and I dug in my pocket for some money,
“Here, here …take this guy for a lap dance!” I said smacking Arc on the back.
“No madam, it’s completely fine. But thank you…”
“This one needs a kick up the butt. Take my money! And go…” Arc glared at me for a moment like he was about to cast a spell on me or something with his eyes and then finally slumped down in the chair,
“You’re lucky it’s your bachelor party…” he said being pulled away rolling his eyes.
How many drinks has he had? Was he even drunk?
A moment later a stripper grabbed me and led me into the same area with Justin and Arc. I knew exactly who paid for my lap dance. Justin was yahooing and loving every minute of it, while I was giggling at Arc who was looking at the stripper a little unamused, but not enough to offend her. The stripper was trying to get my attention while I was looking around watching my mates have fun.
Was it gonna be the last night like this together? Justin was right we HAD to have this.
“So what would Abby say?” I asked.
“She wouldn’t say anything. We’ve been married for years mate. I see the same thing every day. She’d get it…”
“What would Victoria say?” Arc asked trying to distract the stripper with money.
“I dunno, this could get me in the doghouse boys… but what about Poppy?”
“HA!I don’t think she would care at all…” Arc said and started laughing. He was probably right about her considering her little strip tease she gave me all those years ago at the Hyatt.
Not a good time to bring THAT up with Arc though!
After several bars, nightclubs, and stumbling down the streets of London, only three of us were left standing, arm in arm singing on the way home.
It was an ungodly hour and Arc parted ways with us at the door after Poppy seemed desperate to leave the ‘mums club’ inside, as she called it. I was that drunk I barely waved goodbye.
The following day I woke up some time after noon and I was a little seedy. Victoria woke me up and said,
“So I’m going to be Mrs Hyatt tomorrow…”
“Hmmmm. That sounds beautiful,” I said squinting at her.
“Soooo I’ve popped you something for your head and I’ve asked the chef to make you a nasty cook up for lunch to get over your big night…”
“Yeah we drank a lot. We drank a lot…” I said barely able to lift my head, “How did your night go?” I finished.
“It was nice and relaxing, we had a few drinks talked about the kids, had dessert. And Abby called in a 🐸🐸🐸🐸 stripper. I was absolutely mortified. But other than that just loads of laughs and fun with some games. It was nice to be with the girls…”
“When did mum bring Eden, Everly, Aisha and Sean back?” I asked knowing she had babysat them.
“About an hour ago. Eden has been calling out for you…”
“Okay I’m getting up, I’ll be out to lunch soon,” I said heading for the shower.
Lunch was more like a pre wedding brunch with Justin and Abby and our kids. It was nice actually. Justin looked a little worse for wear, but no more than I was.
I was hoping a good feed would make me us feel better. But waiting for food was like waiting in a kinder gym. The kids running around everywhere. It was great though, regardless of my pounding head. I closed my eyes for a moment and wished Victoria and I had more. Our wedding night was tomorrow, and I was ready for more babies if she was.
Awww. I’m glad the girls didn’t get upset with them having a night out. Sounds like the girls got a male stripper too. So no harm no foul. But those two toddlers! Sooooo cute! Little Justin and little female Sean running around there. ❤️
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It had been more than 18 months … apparently that was a long engagement. Over the busy year with work, raising the baby, and two trips to Australia… and having Abby come over once more to meet Eden, everything was non-stop and too crazy to do anything. But between colour choosing, flower bouquets, venues, music, cakes, caterers, and suit sizing … it was finally done. And I actually enjoyed every minute planning it. Because I couldn’t wait to have that 'ball and chain' on forever. And it was great to have Abby, Justin and the kids arrive in London again for our wedding.
I requested to hire a private room with a bunch of guys from work, some old friends from school to have dinner and a few drinks with. I was happy to keep it casual with a few games of cards, because i was beyond all the things 'old Sean' would have liked. Victoria wanted to have all the girls at the hotel for dinner with a few cute bridal games and laughs.
Finally my last guest arrived and we all went by limousine together to the venue which was in one of the casinos in the city. I actually couldn’t wait to get out and away from the hotel for a night. Justin leant forward and passed everyone in the limousine a drink,
“Here’s to the groom… and to the man who I’d never thought would ever get married, congrats mate, you’re really doing it!” Justin said loosely.
“Have you had no faith in me at all for the last couple years?” I scoffed.
“Yes, yes congratulations…” Archimedes said weakly clinking his glass against mine.
“Thanks Arc,” I said quietly, “And thanks Justin,” I said louder.
After enjoying a meal when we first arrived, we were able to casually talk and enjoy each other’s company. I knew 10 years ago (not that I would have married 10 years ago) would not be like this. I could imagine it would be far wilder. I just hoped that Justin didn’t have anything embarrassing planned. But he sure was keeping everyone’s drinks full. As soon as one glass was done with, he was signalling the waiter to come and make another order. I was definitely feeling it, I was way past 6 drinks, and Justin was getting louder, and even my normally reserved friend Archimedes had a half-raised eyebrow if you talked his way.
It only seemed an hour past, and another 5 or 6 drinks to add when all of us were playing poker, raging drunk and gambling loudly. By now most of us were scoffing snacks, swaying on our seats and squinting at our cards a little harder.
“Hey let’s bail, let’s go see some strippers…” Justin said getting me around the head lock.
“What do ya say guys… ?” I laughed practically being dragged to the floor by a wobbly Justin. Some of my very conservative friends oddly jumped at the chance, while others grimaced in their chairs at the typical bachelor party antic.
“C’mon Arc, don’t be … ARC!” I slurred.
“Well as long as we aren’t stripping you down and tying you to a post in London… I guess. Ahem. I guess female nudity is better than yours… so. Strippers…. It is…” he said half rolling his eyes.
“Get up old man and grab your cane, you’re gonna need it. EYYYYY get this man a drink!” I said loudly.
All of us stumbled into London to try and find the first strip joint. Justin had been to London a few times, but I was completely unaware if he knew where he was going. But oddly enough, he sniffed one out looking and stumbling on his phone for a few minutes. As soon as we got in all of us found a table. Within a second of being there Justin had already disappeared to the bar and came back wobbling with a tray of shots. There was at least two for all of us. I knew most of these men to be quiet wine drinkers, but they actually knocked the shots back in a row like it was the thing to do because the guy next to them did it.
“I’m going to get some more…” Justin said trying to walk a straight line away from the table. Suddenly some girls came out… and they were circling tables with their lingerie on. Three came to our table and I dug in my pocket for some money,
“Here, here …take this guy for a lap dance!” I said smacking Arc on the back.
“No madam, it’s completely fine. But thank you…”
“This one needs a kick up the butt. Take my money! And go…” Arc glared at me for a moment like he was about to cast a spell on me or something with his eyes and then finally slumped down in the chair,
“You’re lucky it’s your bachelor party…” he said being pulled away rolling his eyes.
How many drinks has he had? Was he even drunk?
A moment later a stripper grabbed me and led me into the same area with Justin and Arc. I knew exactly who paid for my lap dance. Justin was yahooing and loving every minute of it, while I was giggling at Arc who was looking at the stripper a little unamused, but not enough to offend her. The stripper was trying to get my attention while I was looking around watching my mates have fun.
Was it gonna be the last night like this together? Justin was right we HAD to have this.
“So what would Abby say?” I asked.
“She wouldn’t say anything. We’ve been married for years mate. I see the same thing every day. She’d get it…”
“What would Victoria say?” Arc asked trying to distract the stripper with money.
“I dunno, this could get me in the doghouse boys… but what about Poppy?”
“HA!I don’t think she would care at all…” Arc said and started laughing. He was probably right about her considering her little strip tease she gave me all those years ago at the Hyatt.
Not a good time to bring THAT up with Arc though!
After several bars, nightclubs, and stumbling down the streets of London, only three of us were left standing, arm in arm singing on the way home.
It was an ungodly hour and Arc parted ways with us at the door after Poppy seemed desperate to leave the ‘mums club’ inside, as she called it. I was that drunk I barely waved goodbye.
The following day I woke up some time after noon and I was a little seedy. Victoria woke me up and said,
“So I’m going to be Mrs Hyatt tomorrow…”
“Hmmmm. That sounds beautiful,” I said squinting at her.
“Soooo I’ve popped you something for your head and I’ve asked the chef to make you a nasty cook up for lunch to get over your big night…”
“Yeah we drank a lot. We drank a lot…” I said barely able to lift my head, “How did your night go?” I finished.
“It was nice and relaxing, we had a few drinks talked about the kids, had dessert. And Abby called in a 🐸🐸🐸🐸 stripper. I was absolutely mortified. But other than that just loads of laughs and fun with some games. It was nice to be with the girls…”
“When did mum bring Eden, Everly, Aisha and Sean back?” I asked knowing she had babysat them.
“About an hour ago. Eden has been calling out for you…”
“Okay I’m getting up, I’ll be out to lunch soon,” I said heading for the shower.
Lunch was more like a pre wedding brunch with Justin and Abby and our kids. It was nice actually. Justin looked a little worse for wear, but no more than I was.
I was hoping a good feed would make me us feel better. But waiting for food was like waiting in a kinder gym. The kids running around everywhere. It was great though, regardless of my pounding head. I closed my eyes for a moment and wished Victoria and I had more. Our wedding night was tomorrow, and I was ready for more babies if she was.
I will be starting a different story
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