I have to plan a bachelor party for The Handsome Prince, and I'm scared.
I can't make a meal for him and his friends. We all know this. Why, just last week at the coast I was heating a baking pan of oil and garlic in the oven and caused an explosion. I heard a loud bang and saw the oven door fly open. Then flames burst from the pan. I was just heating oil, I swear.
Also, there will be a mix of gay and straight men at this party. So I don't know if I am supposed to hire male or female dancers.
He and The Math Whiz will be having a ceremony in May to celebrate their union. So it falls on me to throw my best friend a party. He asked me to get help planning it. No, seriously. He asked me to please get help planning it. He didn't actually come out and say, "Please don't plan this by yourself because you will fuck it up," but it was implied.
I don't know if I really need help. I've just decided to hire a group of Irish cloggers and order pizza unless someone offers me a better idea.