Well, I survived my stag, and I actually had a real good time. Started at my favorites pub at 4pm on Friday afternoon and had a few quiet beers with my best man and his stag organising cohort. After an hour or so there with nothing untoward happening I was lulled into a false sense of security. At around 6pm an outfit turned up which looked like this: 
After sitting outside in the cold in next to nothing (all because 3 or 4 people wanted to smoke) and drinking an evil mixture of spirits and beer we headed to a private bar that had been hired for the occasion. Much metal was listened to and much beer was consumed. at around 11pm a lovely lady named Sapphire arrived and did much dancing and aerobic amazingness. I still have candle wax burn marks and a huge bruise on my ass. At around 1am we headed to a Karaoke bar where we were meeting up with the hens party for drunken squawking. I can't remember too much more except for Sarah and I bailing without saying goodbye at around 4am.
Saturday was spent in bed, from sun up till sun down.
After sitting outside in the cold in next to nothing (all because 3 or 4 people wanted to smoke) and drinking an evil mixture of spirits and beer we headed to a private bar that had been hired for the occasion. Much metal was listened to and much beer was consumed. at around 11pm a lovely lady named Sapphire arrived and did much dancing and aerobic amazingness. I still have candle wax burn marks and a huge bruise on my ass. At around 1am we headed to a Karaoke bar where we were meeting up with the hens party for drunken squawking. I can't remember too much more except for Sarah and I bailing without saying goodbye at around 4am.
Saturday was spent in bed, from sun up till sun down.
Also that outfit is amaazing