I have heard some crazy bachelor stories in my day, but we should hang our American heads in shame based on what you can see every 5 minutes here. I don't expect to see so many cross dressed guys until Amsterdam. A bachelor party back home is maybe ten guys, not so in Scotland. The bachelor must invite every guy he has ever met. A group of around 30 guys will be out essentially heckling the groom relentlessly.
One afternoon I decided to visit the scotch distillery here and walked into the sight of a groom in a clear plastic tuxedo in his underwear.
|PG courtesy of the bar|
The next day as Dave and myself sat on the square we joked about dressing the groom in a flowing dress. About thirty seconds after that we were blessed with this gem.
|Searching for his glass slipper|
Several minutes after that...
|Trust me, it's better blurry|
Point of the story: NEVER have a Scottish best man.
Oh, and we are leaving on a night bus to London later tonight. Nothing says comfort like a packed 9 hour bus ride.