There’s gonna be a party tonight, the party tonight. You, the king of kings (for at least a night), are going to a stag party fit for the finest party animal ever known: you. After all, you are the pro who organized this event. Part of the challenge of being the ultimate Best Man is to deliver the ultimate stag party, so do you party local or pack up and jet off with your stags to Europe?
Oh how nice it would be to have no financial restraints in your endeavour to plan the most kick-ass party ever. If that were so, we could just pack up a whole entourage, fly first class to stag-heaven Amsterdam, and head straight to The Red Light District to a nice coffee shop, and live like the Netherman in all of us. However, that was not the case. You had a nice budget to work with, and the responsibility to stretch each pound to the max. Party local it is, then.
There are several reasons for your decision to party local; the first being the above mentioned financial parameters. For any given budget, if in fact there is a budget at all, it simply makes more sense to not travel. Travel is itself expensive. Travel, especially air travel, is a serious undertaking. Airport security tend to be somewhat devoid of humour, hardly conducive to your prank-filled stag weekend. Perhaps best to leave Inflatable Annie in the suitcase until you arrive at your stag European hotspot.
The second reason you decided not to leave the UK to animalize was because of all the money you saved by opting to party in the UK. You were then placed into the realm of being able to pull off things like hiring seven good strippers instead of one heroin house turnaway, top shelf booze and amenities instead of their gut-wrenching alternatives, and an unlimited number of memorable-at-least details like a towel-man in the restroom. That’s a nice service, worthy of having a title like “Partymaster’ bestowed upon you. Your every endeavor shall henceforth be blessed.
As if that were not enough, there is yet another reason to remain in your homeland para siesta: security from the above mentioned authority figures. When you enter into a strange society, you become subject to laws, which you may know nothing about. Even if you might have done a little research, the fact is that you, especially in an obvious group of partying tourists, are oblivious to the possible party-ending events that flourish around you every second that you inhabit a strange land. Nay, it is surely superior in the logical strategic flow of professional partying to engage the area that is your natural domain. Those who party at home, party in a more satisfying fashion. Party where you live, and live where you party!
