Oh no! Not here too....

One of the things I don't miss from the Netherlands are those dreadful bachelor parties that would hit Amsterdam on a regular basis. Grooms-to-be forced by their buddies to wear a monkey-constume sweat their way through the last minutes of freedom. For some reason the "friends" always find it more amusing than the guy in the suit.
Yesterday I went to watch a Rugby game in a bar and turns out: they have the same stuff here. Look at Obelix in the picture. First I thought he was hired by the bar as a mascot or something. It was a bar with 350 kinds of Belgium beer, so it could have been. But then I noticed the drunk guys next to him with a vile smile on their faces. That can only mean one thing; a bachelor party. But he wasn't the only one. An hour later this groom walked in on his slippers. Read what's on his shirt and guess how many times he got lucky. And of course where there are grooms there are also brides. I have one request for bachelor parties to come. The costumes can stay, but please, please don't ever take your friend the last night he/she is on the loose to Durbanville! Anything is better then that. It is ok to live there. Nice and safe for the kids, affordable houses, lots of parking, fine for the occasional Rugby game on a big screen, but to party....I don't think so. Let me give some cross-references for the people who are not from SA: Durbanville is the Almere of Amsterdam, the New Jersy of New York and the Saint Denis of Paris. How much fun is that?