E-Mail Of The Day
Ryan, of Charlottesville, Va
., was so moved and affected by the e-mail that was in Thursday's P.M. Hot Clicks
from a bride-to-be to the best man that he sent in this e-mail, with a real heartfelt ending: "Hey, Jimmy. I just got my PhD on Tuesday, so how about doing me a favor and posting this one? Reading about that bride trying to dictate the terms of her fiance's bachelor party reminded me of a terrible bachelor party I went to. I was in the wedding of a good friend of mine, and his brother and best man (who is a really cool guy) had some great ideas for a party, like hitting up Atlantic City or renting a cabin in the middle of nowhere and just having a weekend-long party. But the bride complained about all because 'someone could get hurt.' Instead, we ended up going to a Phillies game on the Fourth of July. The best man rented a van and driver so we could all drink on the ride into the city and not worry about getting around. Sounds all right, but doomed from the beginning. The groom's dad, stepdad, and the bride's freakin' father all come along! After the game, we go out for food, and hardly anyone (other than my best friend and I) was doing any drinking. Then we ended up driving back home before the fireworks even started. In Philadelphia. Where they signed the Declaration of Independence. Worst of all, when we got back to the best man's apartment (which has a pool table and dart board, so we still could have had fun), the groom basically says goodnight and leaves before midnight! We still had 3/4 of cooler full of beer left! Later, we find out that the bride didn't want him out on an overnight party. I felt sorry for the best man because he really did the best he could. I could go on, but I don't want this to get too long. It was so bad that it was almost good...almost. The only thing that made it bearable was that my best friend and I just didn't care about who was there and said whatever we wanted. We also took over that wedding reception. The thing you have to understand is that the groom used to be the most foul-mouthed, do-anything guy you've ever met. I've never seen a guy more at home in a strip club. Now, every e-mail/letter we get from him and his wife includes a picture of them and their two cats dressed up in cat Halloween/Christmas costumes. Sadly, the guy I knew seems to be dead...RIP old friend, RIP.