Still distraught at the discovery that our wedding is doomed, my mind has desperately turned to happier notions and other excuses to drink to excess. If it does turn out that the world will end on my wedding day (literally, rather than figuratively), I am going to have a smashing party with my chums beforehand.
Accordingly, I want to host a "buck's party" at a croquet club. We can carouse and smash balls around a bit. What's not to like? I'll let the invites explain:
Hullo chaps,
I'll be getting married soon and, to honour the rich tradition of marriage, I will also be keen to follow the tradition of pre-wedding libations with my gentlemen friends. This will allow us to talk freely about the stock market, shoe buffers, bespoke tailoring, the declining work ethic among today's domestics, and tits - all without "women" nagging us to suck in our manly guts.
Croquet seems to me the most conducive activity for such larks. We can quietly while away the hours knocking balls around with mallets, drinking snifters and laughing heartily. Then, when thoroughly sick of the game, we can go to a pub.
I'm not sure which club to go to yet. Como and Vic Park are the front-runners. Como looks to have better bar facilities but Vic Park might be easier for you fellows to get there and away with beers under your belts. I'll have my dogsbody look into the matter and report back soon. Derek, hop to it, will you.
The important point is to clear all other appointments from your daybooks and put this in.
Thank you and good day.
Matt, esq.
I'll be getting married soon and, to honour the rich tradition of marriage, I will also be keen to follow the tradition of pre-wedding libations with my gentlemen friends. This will allow us to talk freely about the stock market, shoe buffers, bespoke tailoring, the declining work ethic among today's domestics, and tits - all without "women" nagging us to suck in our manly guts.
Croquet seems to me the most conducive activity for such larks. We can quietly while away the hours knocking balls around with mallets, drinking snifters and laughing heartily. Then, when thoroughly sick of the game, we can go to a pub.
I'm not sure which club to go to yet. Como and Vic Park are the front-runners. Como looks to have better bar facilities but Vic Park might be easier for you fellows to get there and away with beers under your belts. I'll have my dogsbody look into the matter and report back soon. Derek, hop to it, will you.
The important point is to clear all other appointments from your daybooks and put this in.
Thank you and good day.
Matt, esq.
I'll also need to buy a bowtie. Let the research begin!
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