It’s been 30 years since I planned a bachelor party. When my friends and I had that particular night out, it ranked high on the sleaze factor — and let me say once again, I’m glad that social media didn’t exist back then. At least two episodes from that night still make me cringe, and I’ll be keeping them to myself, thank you. (At one point, the groom-to-be memorably turned to me and said, “Is this supposed to turn me on? Because maybe I’m gay.”)

Tonight, five of us are bidding farewell to our good friend Trey Nichols’ bachelorhood. Next Saturday, he’ll be walking down the aisle with an absolutely lovely, cheerful, funny and smart woman who is also a rocket scientist. When we wonder if something takes a rocket scientist to figure out, we ask her. She’s quite a catch.

Two of us at tonight’s festivities were in attendance at that other party 30 years ago. We’re no longer in our early 20s, and I believe the youngest person tonight (my nephew) is 41. My goal in planning this event tonight was to ensure that the bachelor has a great time with good friends, and that it includes just enough borderline or somewhat-over-the-line inappropriate behavior that it qualifies as a bachelor party while still allowing the actual wedding to go forth. I know he’s worried about this (and he should be), but I care about him the way truly close friends do and I’ve done my best to make this X-rated but not, say, “Caligula.”

The next bachelor party I throw will no doubt take place in a rest home and include a screening of  “Cocoon” while doing shots of warm milk.

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