The saga of me trying to plan a bachelor party:
So my cousin is getting married in August, and asked me to be his best man. Happy times. Trying to plan his bachelor party though has been a miserable experience that has been giving me constant agita for almost two months now. I did some brainstorming on my own to come up with ideas, and then talked to my cousin when we went for my suit measurements to see what he wanted to do. We settled on a day in Brooklyn. I would procure us a party bus for the day that would take us into Brooklyn. We'd start with lunch at Peter Luger's (famous steakhouse), visit a couple breweries, and then finish at Roberta's (famous pizza place) for dinner before party bussing our way back to NJ.
First I wanted to get his two other groomsmen on board before inviting anybody else. These motherfuckers basically ignored my text messages for three weeks when I was trying to lock down a date for it (before one of them finally told me that he couldn't do the initial target date because his girlfriend's baby shower was the next day). They left me scrambling and luckily was able to lock down a date that worked for my cousin, myself, the groomsmen, and a couple other people (bringing us to a party of 7).
All that being settled I was on the phone with my cousin to go over some of the details and his fiancee pipes up in the background that she's going to text me her father and brother's contact details so I can invite them as well. OK, fine. I can't make any restaurant reservations without a headcount, and I can't book the party bus without knowing when and where the first drop-off is. So I reach out to the dad and brother, and get ignored by the brother for two weeks. Finally decide to just book the lunch reservation for 9 (assuming the brother is coming, the dad got back to me saying yes), call the restaurant, and find out that they don't take reservations for groups larger than 8 (what the fuck kind of restaurant doesn't want more business). So I take a reservation for 8 and figure that I'll pivot if we end up being 9. But the brother eventually says he can't make it. Great, we've got a lunch reservation for 8 and a group of exactly 8. I book the party bus.
Then I find out that the intended dinner restaurant does not take reservations, and the wait for a table on a weekend could well be hours. Well shit. I spent any free minute I had today researching potential alternatives for dinner. Then I get a text from my cousin just a few minutes ago that he forgot he had a friend he wanted to include in the bachelor party (despite me asking him that at the outset and going over the guest list with him in the interim). On one hand I feel terrible telling my cousin no, on the other hand this fucks up the lunch reservation and I'd have to rework the rental agreement I already signed with the party bus company specifying the first stop. I thought bachelor parties were supposed to be fun, this has been almost two months of nonstop agita for one reason or another.