after-staggs plural.
train wreck.
so actually there were two staggs. i dropped in at another friends stag for a bit late one night the week before the afore-mentioned weekend-long stag. it was a fun hour and a half... good fun. gave a few guys rides home (i only had two beer) went to bed.
about three weeks later, i get a phone call, from a friend(?) freeking out at me saying i'm spreading lies and untruths about her. many, many phone calls later to many people... me with my stomache in a knot, a social train-wreck, angst, a good friend who listens well... and here i am.
the "moral" of all this; don't tell off-coloured jokes and use ironic humor at a stag. a bunch of very drunk guys, one of which listens to all i said, hears it wrong, decides i'm a very bad person, and never thought to ask me during the following days about what i had said or meant by any of it. don't try to be whitty around a bunch of guys that are going to take it all so wrong.
i'm begining to feel better about myself, the angst is deminishing, and i have decided a few friends might not have been such great friends... especially drunk-listener-guy, and the woman who wasn't there but believes what he tells her a couple weeks later. yeah, there's a credible witness. one guy puking, one guy dancing around with his pants off doing the "tuck" pretending to be a stripper, and one guy making mental notes to self.
i guess i've gotten to the point today, this evening, that i know who my friends still are, and i know who can go fuck off.
the good part is that the stag-guy, and the lady who is now married to him, are still my friends, and have been great the last couple days to me. i am more fond than ever of them both, and appreciate thier support and wisdom. thank you guys.
so actually there were two staggs. i dropped in at another friends stag for a bit late one night the week before the afore-mentioned weekend-long stag. it was a fun hour and a half... good fun. gave a few guys rides home (i only had two beer) went to bed.
about three weeks later, i get a phone call, from a friend(?) freeking out at me saying i'm spreading lies and untruths about her. many, many phone calls later to many people... me with my stomache in a knot, a social train-wreck, angst, a good friend who listens well... and here i am.
the "moral" of all this; don't tell off-coloured jokes and use ironic humor at a stag. a bunch of very drunk guys, one of which listens to all i said, hears it wrong, decides i'm a very bad person, and never thought to ask me during the following days about what i had said or meant by any of it. don't try to be whitty around a bunch of guys that are going to take it all so wrong.
i'm begining to feel better about myself, the angst is deminishing, and i have decided a few friends might not have been such great friends... especially drunk-listener-guy, and the woman who wasn't there but believes what he tells her a couple weeks later. yeah, there's a credible witness. one guy puking, one guy dancing around with his pants off doing the "tuck" pretending to be a stripper, and one guy making mental notes to self.
i guess i've gotten to the point today, this evening, that i know who my friends still are, and i know who can go fuck off.
the good part is that the stag-guy, and the lady who is now married to him, are still my friends, and have been great the last couple days to me. i am more fond than ever of them both, and appreciate thier support and wisdom. thank you guys.
