Well, unless there’s something going on against my wishes, I’ve elected to decline the offer of a Bachelor Party once I found out Vince Vaughn and the Hilton sisters had schedule conflicts. People may be surprised when they hear I’ve passed on this tradition, but I’ve found it very difficult to get excited or interested in such an event. For starters, I’m not in my 20s anymore and I really don’t think I could handle an evening full of drinking nor am I interested in feeling like crap for the next 10 days because of it.
We of course have the discussion of the Stag Party staple (ahem) the Gentlemen’s Club. I’ve only been to such an establishment twice and I probably never would have been if one of the guys with us in New Orleans wasn’t suffering a mental breakdown due to a recent break up. Did I have my arm twisted to attend? No. Did I have a good time? Yes. It always seemed to me this was a way for guys to compensate for the fact they can’t maintain a conversation with women and that’s not really a concern of mine.
Then we have the ‘ol “Last Hurrah with the Gang” theory which frankly sounds depressing. I spent several upon several upon several years living a Bachelor Party only going out with guys, talking to guys, and watching sports with guys. There’s only so many video games you can play together before you realize you’re on a path of being crazy old Uncle Harry and that things need to change.
On a final note I am going to relay to you the best Bachelor Party story I have and it happened to my father. My dad and his gang settled in at Primo’s, one of their favorite watering holes in Cranston, Providence, Johnston, or some other die hard Rhode Island Italian community. They maintained a close relationship with Primo due to their frequent visits and this ended up paying huge dividends because at the end of the night someone’s leather jacket turned up missing. So you’d think you’d be out of luck because some kid recognizes the attention of the whole crowd is diverted and heads off with a new gift for his brother. Not in Rhode Island. Primo calms everyone down, makes a few phone calls, and has the jacket back in twenty minutes. So while your favorite mimics that of the thousands of other guys who’ve been to Scores, I’m still waiting for another tale featuring mob intervention.
We of course have the discussion of the Stag Party staple (ahem) the Gentlemen’s Club. I’ve only been to such an establishment twice and I probably never would have been if one of the guys with us in New Orleans wasn’t suffering a mental breakdown due to a recent break up. Did I have my arm twisted to attend? No. Did I have a good time? Yes. It always seemed to me this was a way for guys to compensate for the fact they can’t maintain a conversation with women and that’s not really a concern of mine.
Then we have the ‘ol “Last Hurrah with the Gang” theory which frankly sounds depressing. I spent several upon several upon several years living a Bachelor Party only going out with guys, talking to guys, and watching sports with guys. There’s only so many video games you can play together before you realize you’re on a path of being crazy old Uncle Harry and that things need to change.
On a final note I am going to relay to you the best Bachelor Party story I have and it happened to my father. My dad and his gang settled in at Primo’s, one of their favorite watering holes in Cranston, Providence, Johnston, or some other die hard Rhode Island Italian community. They maintained a close relationship with Primo due to their frequent visits and this ended up paying huge dividends because at the end of the night someone’s leather jacket turned up missing. So you’d think you’d be out of luck because some kid recognizes the attention of the whole crowd is diverted and heads off with a new gift for his brother. Not in Rhode Island. Primo calms everyone down, makes a few phone calls, and has the jacket back in twenty minutes. So while your favorite mimics that of the thousands of other guys who’ve been to Scores, I’m still waiting for another tale featuring mob intervention.
2 comments:
Dominic,
I am very disappointed about your remarks about an alleged incident that supposedly took place in Primo’s Diamond Café over thirty years ago. As I recall, at the close of the evening all patrons were happy and all leaving with their full attire including a London Fog Leather jacket size 36 short.
The Diamond was the predecessor of the Student Union that you now have on a modern campus. We served a variety of food and beverages and catered to several local colleges (Providence College, URI, RIC, Bryant, and even UCONN).
The Diamond was a legend in its own time and has even been the topic of TV shows. For example, the “Large Salad” was started at the Diamond at the request of some PC students who found that the small salad did not satisfy their appetites on a Friday night ride to Newport. This became a subplot in an episode of Seinfeld.
The Diamond has also served as a source for other TV shows including Law and Order, Law and Order SVU, Law and Order Criminal Intent, CSI Las Vegas, CSI Miami, CSI NY and my personal favorite The Sopranos.
I hope everything goes great at your wedding and I am wondering why I have not yet received my invitation.
Sincerely,
Primo DePetrillo
PS
I hear you have connections on the North End, I may give you a call since I am thinking of expanding my operations.
I'm Primo's Grandson. Who was it that posted that comment above mine? My grandfather is not computer literate and that post doesn't sound like him. I'm very interested in knowing who you are and how you know The Diamond.
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