Calling all married men - Stags

Kieran_Burns

SimonAH wrote:

I've got one in Whitby in a few weeks, in Whitby!!!!

I have a strong suspicion that it will involve sea fishing and workingmens clubs.

Think of it this way:

you can come back home with your fingers smelling of fish and have a perfect excuse.





There's some nice pubs in Whitby but I guarantee at some point some smartarse (the most drunk person in the party at the time) will suggest going up to the Abbey.

Oh and you'll end up wearing Vampire fangs

King Donut

lardboy wrote:

I have already cleared all of this with the other half, and she's happy for me to go to a strip club.

lardboy also wrote:

...while the future missus has her makeup trials and girlie time with the chief bridesmaid.

Yeah right!

kelsen

King Donut wrote:

lardboy wrote:

I have already cleared all of this with the other half, and she's happy for me to go to a strip club.

lardboy also wrote:

...while the future missus has her makeup trials and girlie time with the chief bridesmaid.

Yeah right!

Was going to google a picture to post, but I'm on a work computer and risked wandering into sackable offence territory!

crazy88

I got through mine pretty mildly by being more mental than they were. I was very close to getting all my own teeth knocked out as we went trolley riding in a local supermarket for a bit.

We also tried the gallon challenge, drink a gallon of milk in less than an hour. Great fun indeed.

If you're boring and hide they'll make it all worse.

jzed

My mate booked two rooms in a hotel on his stag - one where we thought he was and one under a different name - we still found him though.

The lad given custody of the zip ties and gaffer tape went missing so we never had the chance to strip the stag and tie him to a lamp-post. Turned out he was so worried he had bought face paint and painted a pair of boxers on him so people from a distance wouldn't think he was naked.

lardboy

kelsen wrote:

King Donut wrote:

lardboy wrote:

I have already cleared all of this with the other half, and she's happy for me to go to a strip club.

lardboy also wrote:

...while the future missus has her makeup trials and girlie time with the chief bridesmaid.

Yeah right!

Was going to google a picture to post, but I'm on a work computer and risked wandering into sackable offence territory!

Admittedly, it does sound dodgy, but her distaste for male strippers ('cept me, natch) and the fact that her chief bridesmaid is a religious sort, her 60 year old mother and mother's friend will be there, and we've already paid for the make up woman makes me think things will be pretty quiet; maybe a couple of glasses of fizz.

She's also having a hen weekend in London, which may be a bit more raucous, but I couldn't pass up the opportunity of my stag in Vegas. Too many fun things to do.

il_principe

I feel woefully unprepared.

itboffin

Il Principe wrote:

I feel woefully unprepared.

One of my army friends hopped out of the hotel window and spent the night alone in the woods, pussy!

prob for the best tho

rjsterry

Il Principe wrote:

I feel woefully unprepared.

Comes down to how well you know and trust your friends.

Cafewanda

Il Principe wrote:

I feel woefully unprepared.

Stop worrying. You'll be in the UK so can still get home if it goes too far............ unless they have other plans

stuaff

rjsterry wrote:

Il Principe wrote:

I feel woefully unprepared.

Comes down to how well you know and trust your friends.

+1. The only stag I've ever been on was excellent, because it wasn't about excessive drinking/humiliation/embarassment/all of the above. Just a bunch of blokes having a good time.

georgee

If throwing up in the morning after the first night and your mates will only let you leave the bathroom if you down a can of carling, just take it on the chin and see it off, the sooner it's done the sooner you can get on with the rest of the day.

greg66_tri_v2.0

Have they suggested taking you up the Oxo Tower at some point in the evening? I'd avoid that, if I were you. I think there is a hidden meaning to that...

itboffin

@IP so will you both be wearing rings ...?

No reference to OXO thread intended

CdrJake

I actually don't remember my stag night after around 9pm. However I am told by my cousin (and best man) there was a 'naked incident' in Plymouth at one point during the night.

He cannot remember who was naked :shock:

However as with Fight Club, the first rule of the stag night is 'what happens on the stag night, stays on the stag night'

Initialised

I got man handled out of a strip club for handling the merchandise... more than once...

veronese68

As somebody has already said; if they're real mates you'll be fine. Glad you're staying in the UK, avoids a lot of possible problems. Mine was London based, started drinking at 5pm, via several locations got back to my parents at about 9:30am my Dad was making tea told me I looked a lot better than I had 12 hours previously. What went on in between is known to only a few.
Enjoy it, don't let it worry you and I hope you have a night to remember for all the right reasons.

PBo

day at the races, followed by comedy club -

The key for me was steady drinking all day accompanying other events rather than alcohol the pure focus. I'm the carbon fibre of drinkers - lightweight! I stuck to beer, didn't get into any silly shots rubbish or any silly drinking races/forfeits ....

As someone already mentioned - I trusted my best man, which was why he was....

Oh - and I made money on the nags!!!

......and some strange woman started frottering me in the night club

roger_merriman

My stag was shotgun shoot which while I sucked big time! I loved and and then drinks in the local town for drinks. It was local and small scale but it's what I wanted. My mate likes strip clubs etc but knows it does nothing for me. So back to know your mate!

Cafewanda

Anybody heard from IP yet?

EKE_38BPM

I did hear about a bloke handcuffed naked to a lamp post near the Marathon finish line on The Mall. He was interviewed and said something about raising money for charity, but I think it may have been IP.

tobermory

an old mate of mine had his stag night the night before his wedding he was wrecked so we put him on a train to glasgow when we came around we realised what we had done and sweated a bit but he woke before glasgow and managed to get back,i was not flavour of the month as i was best man,but it ended well they are still married

shouldbeinbed

A week before the big day

Brewery tour, lots of drink & a hooters type bar

The only ground rule was no spiking drinks.

Good night, bad day after.

Butterd2

I you get forced to wear a mankini (Borat style) just be sure no one pops a viagra into your beer (just saying.....)

sketchley

@IP Update please?

MonkeyMonster

Butterd2 wrote:

I you get forced to wear a mankini (Borat style) just be sure no one pops a viagra into your beer (just saying.....)

or let one ball be outside the mankini - friend of friend (genuinely) got one trapped outside for too long (so pissed couldn't feel anything) and it almost had to be lopped off. As it was he was totally out of action in that department for 6 months with humongous amounts of bruising too) including his honeymoon. Suffice to say the bride was not a happy bunny and best man wasn't either after she informed him of her displeasure.

On that angle heard a wincing story friday night of a doctor who dislocated his own hip (accidently) and thought to re-pop it back in. What he didn't realise was one of his testicles had dropped inside the socket - yes it is possible. He passed out when he re-seated the hip having performed internal surgery on himself and pinched it off... ow.

Morning all.

gtvlusso

Enjoy it and wear the first thing your given - if you refuse the outfits get progressively worse.....

Brown bikini bought from Asda was my first choice......However, my mate went out on the booxe still in his wetsuit, sadly, he looked like a bin bag full of yoghurt, kinda drew attention away from me!

graeme_s-2

I had my stag do in Brussels two weeks before my wedding. I'd been told it was a UK affair, and genuinely believed that to be the case until we got off the train at Birmingham International and one of my best men handed me my passport.

I was a bit nervous about it, but I'd done my first Half-Ironman triathlon the weekend before, so had been mostly concerned about that in the build up. Afterwards I just decided that whatever they had in store for me couldn't possibly be as bad as the triathlon.

Needn't have worried, my best men did me proud. We went out for a few beers on the Friday night, which turned into lots of beers and everyone was feeling a bit sorry for themselves on Saturday morning. It didn't help that it was 35 degrees C the entire time we were there. Saturday we went out to Heysel and had a look at the Atomium building. There was supposed to be a jazz festival on in Heysel Park, but it turned out they'd got the schedule the wrong way round and Saturday was folk music day. We then tried to go to the local planetarium, which was closed.

Things were looking pretty ropey at this point. We hadn't had that big a night out on Friday, but everybody was hungover and sleep deprived, we were all melting in the heat, and the best men were starting to panic. Rather than force the issue we went out for a meal, and got our night moving slowly.

We made it back to the hotel for breakfast at 7:30 on Sunday morning, prior to that we'd had the absolute best night out I've ever had. We drank loads of Blegian beer in Delirium (world record holding bar for most different beers), danced in the street with some Spanish buskers. Turned up to a bar with a live band with our Spanish buskers in tow, and ended up dancing till dawn in some Irish club. After 4 hours kip on Sunday morning we had to check out of the hotel and head for the airport.

Turned out that they had planned to get me dressed up. They'd brought a Jesus Quintana outfit for me, and the stags all had their dressing gowns to dress up as Dudes. Would have been fantastic, but nobody really wanted to wear a towelling dressing gown when it was 35 degrees!

As others have said, if you trust your best man (or men in my case), then you can't go far wrong. I'd told them in advance no Borat thong, no strippers, but other than that I was up for most things.