DorianIt turns out that there were plans for a bachelor and bachelorette party after all, encouraged by Ella, I'm sure."You dickheads better not be taking me to Vegas or something," I say, as I'm pushed into the back of a limo. My friends – my best man, three groomsmen, and a couple of guys from Boston – are crammed inside, drinking beers and being loud and obnoxious."What, do you think I'm made of money?" My best man, Bryan, asks. I met him when I was backpacking through Borneo, and he moved to Boston last year to work at a non-profit. "We're not taking you to Vegas, man.""Strip club!" One of my groomsmen, Joe, shouts, and inwardly I groan. When you're being let into bars and strip clubs when you're a teenager, the thrill kind of wears off by the time you're an adult.I never thought I'd say this, but seeing tits gets old after a while, especially since I've been spoiled by Kate's."We have something better than tits," Bryan says."Nothing is better than tits," Joe yells, his dru
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