I write now just to scribble down a few reflections on my bachelor party as I wind down before bed.
The day started off on a positive note. I stopped off at the bank to see if the ATM card that went AWOL last night could be located and it was -- problem solved. Thank heavens for recoverable errors. I at least show the foresight to misplace my ATM card by letting the ATM swallow it.
The rest of the day was excellent. I met up with seven other guys (five groomsmen and two other old friends in town for the wedding). We piled into a limo with a wondrous 13 year old bottle of Signatory Caol Ila single malt and headed north for about two hours. We ended up at a winery where we had an excellent tasting, an even better lunch, followed a very interesting tour of the facilities, a barrel tasting, and some additional tasting to finish besides. From there, we headed about 10 minutes south, went to the tasting rooms of two other wineries. We then retraced our steps about two hours south where we had an excellent Italian-influenced dinner along with two magnums of '98 and '99 cabernet sauvignon that we bought at the winery that provided the tour. We rounded out the evening at the cigar club where many of the same group convened on Tuesday night.
I am in awe. This was a great day... and not at all a cheap day. I have great friends and relations who took the time and trouble to plan and pay for this whole affair. I must remember to be worthy of this.
If there is any regret attached to this day at all, it is a small twinge of the "road not traveled". While I do basically loathe the prospect of the traditional night out with strippers and the like, there is a part of me that is surprisingly conventional... and wonders if I really missed out on something by asking for this rather adult, mature outing instead of an evening of debauchery that I could never tell Fiancee S. about.
I'm sure that twinge will pass.
on 2004-06-25 at 12:29 a.m.
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