The Bachelor Party

Things are getting crazy. Well, I should say people are getting crazy as this wedding approaches.

Last night I fell off the wagon I had so gloriously climbed onto in November. Officer Brian was nursing a hangover the size of Montana when we started boozing with Miggy the bartender. Some wag said, "Every night is a party for you."
It was then that my dear friends banded together and promised me a bachelor party, too. Through the tears I thanked them and they asked, "Do you want the strippers from Twist there?"
"No", I coyly replied, " I do have one request. I want an Asian-themed party." "Oh, do you want geisha boys, too?" "No," I replied, "I want MOTHRA!"

There was a hush in the room as I spoke the name of the great diety. Everyone stopped drinking and slightly bowed their heads. I swear I heard drums in the distance as I invoked the name of the only true God, Mothra. I went home and got out my Mothra action figure and prayed to it for a happy marriage; Mothra winked at me and I could hear the little Cosmos girls singing The Mothra Song.