I’m sitting outside the Bardenay having a drink with my friend when I see this guy I met through my translation business. I wave and he comes over to say hi.
“How are you?” he says. “How are things?” (You know, the usual.)
“Good”, I say. (Talk about the cliff notes version of the cliff notes of the cliff notes of my life.)
“What about you?” I ask.
“Oh, I’m making an appearance at my friend’s bachelor party.” (Ummm… Didn’t his friend notice it’s Thursday?) “Yeah, he got married and…”
Hey! Hey! Hold on! What the…? I thought we were talking about a bachelor’s party!
Well… Apparently, these couple got married some years ago, had kids, but are now ready for the big wedding celebration and the bachelor’s party.
On a Thursday.
A married bachelor’s party. That’s worse than decaf coffee, non-alcoholic beer, fat-free ice-cream.
It’s the oxymoron of the year.
- A man of caliber
- I heard it on KBOI…