Today’s “Boorish Bullies” story on the E-Hell site reminded me of an incident that happened to my mom and me recently. We were both invited to a bachelorette party a few months ago to honor a friend of my mother’s. There were two parts to the party; first was dinner at a local restaurant and then barhopping after. Since Mom and I didn’t know any of the other guests besides the bride-to-be and we weren’t really in mood to drink, we decided to just attend the dinner. When we arrived, the party was in full swing. There were tiaras, sashes, racy games, phallic shaped trinkets, and drinks galore. Now all of this is pretty standard bachelorette party fare, except that this was all smack dab in the middle of the busy restaurant in full view and ear shot of other diners including children. Perhaps this is more the fault of the restaurant. The party should have been seated in a separate room or at least in a back corner away from everyone else.
Either way, the other party guests didn’t seem to be hindered by this and proceeded to laugh and talk loudly about their sexual histories, tell dirty jokes, and play suggestively with the trinkets. One woman thought it was hilarious to periodically expose her cleavage to the other party guests. They laughed it up, but the young family seated at a table across from her sure didn’t. We got so many dirty looks from the patrons around us, my mother looked like she wanted to crawl underneath the table and hide. I tried a couple of times to redirect the conversation to tamer topics but to no avail.
Eventually one of the party guests got the bright idea to invite a gentleman, who was dining alone nearby, to our table, and they sat him in the only empty chair—next to me. While I’m sure this man was probably a nice fella, he was still a stranger, and they only invited him over as a prank. These grown women giggled like schoolgirls at this poor man. I was too uncomfortable to stand it anymore. Mom and I scarfed down the last of our food, congratulated the BTB, and hightailed it out of there. 0621-12
Standard bachelorette party fare for who? Phallic themed bachelorette party paraphernalia has been around for decades yet I have never actually seen anyone of my acquaintance ever use it. So,it certainly is not standard across the board for every bachelorette party. Even if this had been a private party, the obsession on penises and sex is just too crass and even sexist. A good man is measured by more than the size of his masculine apparatus and if the roles had been reversed, many women would be repulsed that their breast size, other bodily attributes and sexual prowess were the theme of the groom’s bachelor party.
That said, it’s no wonder that the party got out of hand when there is the combination of alcohol, cutesy phallic toys and sex talk. All aided in the lowering of inhibitions in an open family restaurant. Big hint….I’m no prude but I’d really rather not hear someone’s sexual exploits while dining on my bratwurst.
Well, OP, it seems you and your mother were in an awkward position of wanting to honor the BTB, finish with your dinner without beating too hasty of a retreat. You tried your best to deflect the conversation to less salacious content but once on a roll, it’s pretty hard to rein people back in.