Oddly enough, that sounds a lot better to me than the usual alternative to a bachelor's party. Being dragged around to get stinking drunk and then getting to throw up on a stripper just doesn't sound like it's all its cracked up to be.

I wonder if in ancient times the tradition of sloshing the groom was to make him too sick to entertain thoughts of running away? Just my cynical mind at work (OK, my fiance can stop hitting me now...).

Anyway, several people contacted us tonight (sans card) to let us know they will be coming- so we're up to around 45.5 people. So things are looking better.