This Friday, we are going to State Street for a bachelor party for yet another of my friends who is soon to marry. Our bachelor parties are all G-rated, since many of us are married and have strong feelings about traditional bachelor party activities.
Nevertheless, I am very excited about getting a chance to socialize with my friends, share drinks and laughs, and to talk as men do. Perhaps I will even sound my barbaric YAWP, if the Guiness flows freely.
UPDATE: It occurs to me that Whitman might have been upset at my drinking an import. Sorry, Walt.