Tonight there is a Stag night.
I am the Stag.
Friends and family will surround me and pour borderline lethal amounts of alcohol down my throat in celebration of the fact that I’m getting married in a little over 2 weeks.
My best man has been trolling me making vague suggestions about “ideas” he’s been having. Potentially just a red herring to try and spook me or genuine mischief planned by an unhinged mind.
In around 7 hours everyone will meet the drinking will begin. Faster than I can keep up with. I am not prepared.
Tomorrow is not going to be fun.