I 'Mustache' You to be my Best Man

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Yay yay yay!!! I PASSED! Oh my goodness I am so excited.  And let me tell you…that test was HARD. The other two were a piece of cake compared to this one.  I just about cried 4 times while taking the test because I was sure I was going to fail. No joke.  Ok they had those really evil questions where they give you 7 answers and you have to pick “the best” combination. Like I said, evil.  When I got my score back I honestly didn’t really understand my score until the testing lady smiled at me and said ‘I’m throwing confetti for you!’ Only then did it set in that yes I passed, and not only passed, but got a distinguished score.  Apparently I am a good guesser.  Not to say I didn’t know the material but I had to guess on so many of those evil questions!!!! How am I supposed to know what you think is the best combination?!? Anywho, my tests are complete and now it’s the fun game of waiting, paperwork, and waiting.  I am ok with that though.  I can now read books, watch tv, and hang out with people without feeling extremely guilty.  Such a relief.

Ok so two wedding related things happened this weekend.  One, which I told  you about, was our bunco party aka wedding dessert sampling crew and another was about my future brother-in-law’s wedding.  I will write to you today about the latter. Being his only brother, Mr. Dizzy was selected to be FBIL’s best man.  Their relationship is weird….not that I really blame them.  They have a pretty big age gap between them (8 years) so if you think about it, FBIL left home to go to the Air Force Academy when Mr. Dizzy was only about 10.  That’s not much time to get to know each other on a grown-up personal level.  In addition to never seeing each other as adults, they have very different personalities. So needless to say the brothers are generally pleasant with each other the one time a year they MIGHT be together but nothing much more. When FBIL asked Mr. Dizzy to be his best man, Mr. Dizzy flat out told him ‘It’s ok if you don’t want me to be your best man. I know you have other friends you are closer to. I just don’t want you to feel obligated just because we are brothers.’ But FBIL insisted and we thought that this might be a good chance for the two of them to grow closer.  So taking advantage of this opportunity to build a relationship, Mr. Dizzy returned the favor and asked FBIL to be his best man as well.

As you may recall, their wedding is on October 1^st which is in exactly 2 weeks! Not hearing from FBIL, Mr. Dizzy was planning the speech and bachelor party on his own.  The bachelor party was going to be tough.  First, we are on a budget so Mr. Dizzy could not afford to do anything outrageous.  Second, Mr. Dizzy wanted to keep it classy.  None of this stripper or ‘last day of freedom’ nonsense. Third, Mr. Dizzy has never been to Corpus Christi so he didn’t know what there was to do in the area.  And fourth, Mr. Dizzy and I are going to be showing up Thursday afternoon for a Saturday wedding soooo there was not much time.  Told you it was tough. Mr. Dizzy had a brilliant idea though- deep sea fishing.

{Looks like fun, no?}
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 He was planning on doing this for months.  The perfect low-key stress-free guy’s trip. Awesome.  But as soon as we started looking into it, there were a few problems.  First was our timing.  Unless they wanted a Friday morning trip, it wasn’t going to happen.  And then there was the issue of cost and space.  Mr. Dizzy had no idea how many people wanted to come.  If too many people decided to show up, there would not be enough space.  If too few, Mr. Dizzy would be spending the big bucks.  So we went to good ol’ Google and searched ‘unique bachelor parties’ or something of the sort.  And that’s where we saw a few scavenger hunts.  If you are an average human being like us, you would automatically think “wow…aren’t scavenger hunts for 12 year old girls?” And then you would see this YouTube video (and this is not the only one). 

No, scavenger hunts are not just for tween girls and yes, those are grown men giggling at a door bell ditch.  We loved it.  Cheap good clean fun.  We imagined the younger guys splitting off from the older guys as teams (couldn’t you just imagine 50 year old men on a quarter machine ride outside a grocery store?), having a list of random things to do with each item being worth a certain number of points, and then everyone meeting up for drinks to reminisce, share pics/videos, and give out ridiculous and awesome prizes.  Man bonding…love it. So I set about to making an invitation to email out to all of the guys.  Wanna see it? Of course you do. Here it is. 

{Name and email blurred for privacy}
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I was quite proud of this baby.  So I got this all done and Mr. Dizzy called FBIL to set the time and location.  And cue the sad trombones.

I guess FBIL planned a bachelor party trip earlier in the week and he wasn’t going to tell Mr. Dizzy about it because he couldn’t come.  Is that not the saddest thing ever? I know FBIL didn’t want to hurt feelings but honestly how would Mr. Dizzy not find out (I mean planning a bachelor party is the best man’s JOB).  And I don’t know about you readers out there, but when I have a bachelorette party, my main priority would be to make sure my maid of honor could make it.  Maybe that’s just me. But Mr. Dizzy is a tough dude and he acts like it doesn’t bother him too much.  Men. 

Did anyone else make plans for someone only for them to have made different plans without you knowing? Do you know of any men who went on scavenger hunts for their bachelor party?