MomLogic's Jenny: Drunk married men ... topless women ...??? Nah. My husband's just doing yoga. With the guys.
If it weren't for an obscene amount of television that I need to catch up on, I might be annoyed that my husband is at my brother-in-law's bachelor party while I sit at home on a Saturday night. Fortunately, the season premiere of "Grey's Anatomy" was riveting (hello, Dr. Hunt!!!) and the season finale of "Weeds" fantastic, so I didn't have time to sit around and think about what kind of debauchery he and the boys were getting in to. In fact, I don't even care.
Seriously. I've learned my lesson and know that it's better (for everyone involved) to give it little heed and not think about what they're doing. Plus, I pretend that they are at a yoga retreat, or doing "lunch" followed by deluxe manis and pedis. OR maybe they're at knitting class sipping cosmopolitans! Yep, that's it! That's what they're doing. See, in my mind, there are no nudie bars or boys behaving badly. Instead, I tell myself that they are all sitting around, talking about how much they love their wives instead of roasting/toasting the bachelor and telling him to "get out now," or "your life is about to end" as they proceed to drink themselves into oblivion so as to numb their pain.
Ha. The phone just rang. Looks like my husband is actually on his way home. (Kind of early, actually). Hmm. Odd. Perhaps the bachelor got too drunk. Or maybe the scarf he's making for me didn't take as long to knit as he thought....