Introduction to the Stag Weekend
If my memory serves me correctly, I have been on four stag weekends, which have been held in Liverpool, Stoke-on-Trent, Blackpool and Newcastle. Each weekend comprised of an activity of some kind, from watching football all day and generally getting drunk to more organised events including go-carting and paintballing.
Raising the adrenalin levels
Looking back, it is clear to me that the best weekends involved a hair-raising activity. For a lot of people, it's their first experience of an outdoors activity and possibly their last until the next stag weekend. All shapes and sizes attend stag weekends, some are fit, some are skilled, some shine only in the bar, but what an outdoor activity can do is put everyone on a level-playing field. When I went go-carting, the boy racer of the group was disqualified for dangerous driving, and if that wasn't enough for the poor bloke, a vicar won the overall championship. At paintballing, I'm sure my strategy of laying down low and moving in for the kill by slithering in the tall grass was superior, but because of my colour blindness, I hesitated when firing because I wasn't sure if my target was on my team or not.
Drunken Aspects
Plenty of shenanigans go on at stag weekends. There's a law if I remember correctly:
In my own experience, I was so drunk once, that I thought I was Spiderman, and because I was locked out a room I was sharing with a mate (he bailed an hour early because he was near collapse), I pushed up the bay windows at the end of the hotel corridor, climbed out on to the ledge, and shimmied along 20 metres to the left to my room balcony and climbed in. Over breakfast (full English, there is no other on a stag weekend) the next morning, I was told I repeated the idiotic feat a few times, idiotic because there was a 30 foot drop to the street below.
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On 3 of the 4 stag weekends I've been on, the group of lads has inevitably ended up in a strip joint of varying quality. From what I can remember, the venues that charged an entry fee were a class above the lap dancing clubs that were free to walk into. The girls, the decor, the lighting, the whole experience made you feel less of loser. Also, it's probably advisable to go when your mates are drunk, otherwise they'll watch every reaction you make to the lap dance and there's nothing worse than your mates watching you when you have an erection.
Invitation
A lot can happen over one weekend and invariably involves drunken exploits, ego bashing in the form of sports, lap dancing, humiliating the stag, plus the added attraction one receives from the opposite sex just because you are part of a stag party. I'm going to write about stag weekends and I invite any willing contributors to get in contact.
Raising the adrenalin levels
Looking back, it is clear to me that the best weekends involved a hair-raising activity. For a lot of people, it's their first experience of an outdoors activity and possibly their last until the next stag weekend. All shapes and sizes attend stag weekends, some are fit, some are skilled, some shine only in the bar, but what an outdoor activity can do is put everyone on a level-playing field. When I went go-carting, the boy racer of the group was disqualified for dangerous driving, and if that wasn't enough for the poor bloke, a vicar won the overall championship. At paintballing, I'm sure my strategy of laying down low and moving in for the kill by slithering in the tall grass was superior, but because of my colour blindness, I hesitated when firing because I wasn't sure if my target was on my team or not.
Drunken Aspects
Plenty of shenanigans go on at stag weekends. There's a law if I remember correctly:
What happens on tour, stays on touror something to that nature. A few years ago I read a funny email stating all the unspoken rules that one silently abides by. If I find it, I'll post it here.
In my own experience, I was so drunk once, that I thought I was Spiderman, and because I was locked out a room I was sharing with a mate (he bailed an hour early because he was near collapse), I pushed up the bay windows at the end of the hotel corridor, climbed out on to the ledge, and shimmied along 20 metres to the left to my room balcony and climbed in. Over breakfast (full English, there is no other on a stag weekend) the next morning, I was told I repeated the idiotic feat a few times, idiotic because there was a 30 foot drop to the street below.
XXX
On 3 of the 4 stag weekends I've been on, the group of lads has inevitably ended up in a strip joint of varying quality. From what I can remember, the venues that charged an entry fee were a class above the lap dancing clubs that were free to walk into. The girls, the decor, the lighting, the whole experience made you feel less of loser. Also, it's probably advisable to go when your mates are drunk, otherwise they'll watch every reaction you make to the lap dance and there's nothing worse than your mates watching you when you have an erection.
Invitation
A lot can happen over one weekend and invariably involves drunken exploits, ego bashing in the form of sports, lap dancing, humiliating the stag, plus the added attraction one receives from the opposite sex just because you are part of a stag party. I'm going to write about stag weekends and I invite any willing contributors to get in contact.
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