Stag nights are often labeled as a ‘final hurrah’ or your ‘last night of freedom’ before bidding adieu to the bachelor lifestyle.
I’ve never thought of it that way. I’ve always felt stag nights are all about reconnecting with your best mates and just having a night of fun.
Or in some cases, maybe a bit too much fun. You might be familiar with many wild stories of stag dos getting a bit out of control, but mine took a turn for the unexpected in some of the best ways.
Now, get ready for all the nitty-gritty details of my wild stag do in Leicester and how it wound up being the out-of-control yet most memorable night of my life.
Let’s get into it!
1) Bottoms Up and Beers Down
My stag night started out like any other normal one with my mates Jack, Roger, and Blake all having drinks at our local pub. Initially, things were rather calm as we just caught up on each other’s lives while sipping our beers.
That was when Roger, a bit bored of our gabfest, suggested we play some drinking games. To spice things up, Jack then added on to his idea suggesting the loser do penalty shots. Always down for a challenge, Blake and I readily agreed.
After a few fun rounds of 21 and Fuzzy Duck, our game session petered off into beer mat flipping. Beer mats in the UK are rather uninteresting but this pub did have some unique game-themed ones that kept us entertained. Soon after, I could see that my buddies seemed a bit tipsy, as did I.
It was around this point a couple of younger lads, university students I’m guessing, roped us all into a game of beer pong. Mind you, I wasn’t sure if the pub would even allow it, but within a few seconds, I had a ping-pong ball in my hand while Blake yelled at me to “Toss it already you plonker”.
Admittedly, we may have underestimated our competitors, as well as our tolerance levels. Only a couple of rounds later, we were completely sloshed. With Roger clinging to empty plastic cups and Blake desperately trying to stop Jack from climbing on the table, we were unsurprisingly booted from the pub soon after.
Yet, the night was still young, and we were determined to make it an unforgettable one.
2) Our Dip In The Lake
Now, tossed out onto the streets of Leicester, we could've called it a night and headed back home, but no. Instead, Roger suggested we amble around Abbey Park.
In all honesty, with how inebriated we were, I feel we would have been ready to amble around the inside of a zoo enclosure just as agreeably. Wandering around the park at around 2 AM sure was a different experience. No families, no kids just us, a couple of 25-year-old men staggering about, trying to prop each other up.
We were having a bit of a giggle just walking around the park, occasionally stopping to point at a funny tree or just stabilizing ourselves. Everything was still going swimmingly until we came across the bridge overlooking Lake Roar. You can probably guess where things went from here.
A few minutes in, Blake began to complain that it was way too hot. Now, a good friend would’ve told him to just maybe unbutton a few buttons to cool off, but Roger was not this friend. He laughingly suggested, ‘Why not take a dip in the lake to cool off then?’. Deeming this a good idea, Blake, in a move of what I can only call alcohol-induced stupidity, yanked off his shirt, tossed out his wallet and keys, and plunged into the lake.
Even worse, Jack followed suit and jumped in right after him, leaving Roger and myself gobsmacked on the grass. Now, we weren't sober for sure, but we were still aware that you can’t just jump in a public lake!
After a lot of yelling and convincing, we managed to get them back out and redressed, only to be startled by a sudden ‘Phreeeeeeeet!’ Oh, we’d really done it now, I looked to my left and could see a park watchman approaching us in the distance.
Forcefully yanked into sobriety, I pulled up Jack while Roger covered Blake and we made a mad dash out of the park before the watchman caught us.
After a narrow escape, an unexpected swim and almost being charged with a misdemeanor, we decided to call it a night. Tired, we all headed back to my place for some well-deserved rest.
3) An Unexpected Guest
You’d think since the night had passed, the hijinks would have too, but you would be wrong. I awoke the next morning, on my couch, confronted with a strange short man, dressed in green standing in my entranceway.
Very confused and still unsure if I was awake or not, I gave a swift few kicks to Blake, dead asleep next to me until he awoke with a start. I asked him if he saw the man too, and after pinching ourselves a couple of times, we concluded he was in fact really there.
Still extremely puzzled and a bit hungover, I woke up Roger and Jack next. Jack seemed equally confused while Roger took on more of a sheepish look. With little remorse, he confessed that he may or may not have rented a ‘stag night Leprechaun’ the night before.
Thoroughly baffled, I asked him how the thought even occurred to him. All he had to say was, ‘You mentioned you were a quarter Irish, yeah?’
After ensuring Roger paid the Leprechaun for his time and seeing him out, I finally called a time of death on my stag do night.
A Night To Remember
It may not have been the most conventional celebration, but looking back at it two years later, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I’m still as thick as thieves with Roger, Jack, and Blake. That night truly was a wild one, but it led to so many priceless memories that I won’t ever forget.
Fun fact, Jack’s finally settling down later this year as well, so I look forward to planning and attending his stag night as well. Although, maybe this time after drinks at the pub, we’ll opt to stay in and celebrate instead.
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