So I'm off tomorrow night, or more accurately, excruciatingly early on Saturday morning to Brussels for my very own stag do. Of course this is round one, with a more local affair planned for later on, but with 8 weeks to go to the big day, it is a bit of a reminder of how close things really are!
I am, though, really looking forward to getting away to Brussels with the lads. What exactly is planned I know not, but I have said my goodbyes to Sarah, "promised" her there won't be anything too bad happen (as if I have any control over it?!) and now have a day of work to go before the festivities begin...
There have been mentions of a 'rite of passage' and various other hopefully improbable acts of staggery, but at the end of the day the almost worn out but yet never old stag principle remains. It's about time with the lads, having the craic, laughing at what in any other context isn't funny and in some way, form or manner letting it settle a little deeper that I'm getting married and not just in an isolated way, but with many good friends to stand witness.
May it go staggeringly... and, may I get some time this time round in this dear city to see the Betrothal of the Arnolfini! (my frustration at museum closing times have been voiced heretofore on this blog)
Until after the event then... au revoir...
Pierre