About a month after our wedding, Mr. Library had his bachelor party. Yes, you read that correctly. His bachelor party. How is this possible? Well, while we were married for everyone else (including the God we both believe in), the Catholic church didn’t recognize our marriage because our ceremony took place outside. Apparently God doesn’t live in nature for good Catholics? Anyway, his Groom Squad took advantage of this funny opportunity and put together the bachelor party Mr. Library didn’t have the first time around.
The debauchery began on Saturday night. I dropped Mr. Library off at the bus station so that we wouldn’t have to worry about a car in the city, and he went on his married (ha!) way. I then went back to Mom and Dad Library’s house to make transportation to our second ceremony the next day easier.
Once in Boston, Mr. Library met up with Groomswoman K and walked around his old stomping grounds, Harvard Square. Other members of his party joined in, and they all decided to go to a comedy show. Mr. Library and I had gone to one at the same location earlier in the spring, but this show was apparently 100 times better than the first.
Getting into the show, however, was not as many laughs as the show was. Or at least it wasn’t in the beginning. Because we are from a state with a relatively small population, our licenses are often copied in order to make fake IDs. They become immediately scrutinized whenever we walk into something that is 21-plus. Mr. Library fell into this trap. The bouncer at the comedy club stared at his license for a good five minutes, looking at the license and then back at Mr. Library and then back at the license. He outright asked if it was a fake. Mr. Library’s crew backed him up and said that he was a married man and was truly 24. The bouncer gave up his plight and let him in. Around twenty minutes later, before the show began, the bouncer tracked down Mr. Library again and asked to see his license again. There was another person trying to get in with a Maine license that looked even more suspicious than Mr. L’s, so he wanted to double check. Well, at least he took his job seriously…
Once the show started, it was phenomenal (or so I am told). The gang than had dinner, went to a bar, and hung out here, there and everywhere until the wee hours of the morning. They played cards on the side of the road at a bus stop while waiting for Best Man K and Reader R’s bus to pick them up. They made a ridiculous video using the Flip camera, which definitely wouldn’t be okay to show online because I feel the need to protect the innocents out there who may be reading this. Let’s just say that Best Man K likes to ask really uncomfortable questions in his everyday speech.
Because she is from New York, it was hard for Groomswoman K to grasp the hotel situation in Boston around college move-in season. She wanted to be somewhere close to Boston but also close to Waltham, where our second ceremony would be the next morning. Unfortunately, she picked Framingham. Don’t know where that is? Here…
The purple line is how far they had to drive around 1 AM to get to their motel. Upon arrival, they were greeted with the fact that the motel had overbooked and “there was no room in the inn.” Said motel has a policy that they MUST have a room open for you or they will put you up somewhere else, which is clearly written on their website print out, but the woman at the desk had never heard of that. Yeah, right. Long story short, K and Mr. L had to go to yet another farther away town to get a room in the same chain of motels and slept for about 2.5 hours that night.
Regardless of the sleep situation, the bachelor party, while late, was a hit. Mr. Library was thrilled to hang out with his friends, and even though I was invited and would have loved hanging out with our friends, I am glad this was his time.
Did you have any belated wedding festivities after the fact?
Walk me through this:
Walk me through this:
Our bridal party began to come together!
The girls and I have a slumber party!
Ding ding ding goes the trolley
The guests are coming! The guests are coming!
We find a snack in a pretty field.
You have a little something on your face…
There’s so much to love about the reception.
We could have danced all night!
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