Weekend of the Stag Day 2b

All showered and changed, we still have half hour till the bus, so to the bar for a quick pint. I'm just finishing mine and a couple of guys have just got a drink in, when we are told we have to catch the bus, instead of drinking their beer, they leave it there and head for the mini bus (not the same bus or driver as for the rafting), as we are waiting they run back in and grab their beer.


Whilst waiting for the bus the stag comes out and he is once again all dressed up, trouble is there isn't actually much to his outfit, here he is

The Stag Baby

As mentioned before, the stag has stitched quite a few people up before and he new it was going to happen to him, but to not what extent. I have to say that with every costume or dare he was up for it and took it without a fight or getting arsey so I duff my cap.




Our first stop was a cash machine followed by dinner at The Hard Rock Cafe, I have been to the one in London and it was ok, this was was still ok but for totty spotting was excellent, the trouble was it was so good damn hot in there, I know Scotland doesn't get much sun, but they still could have put in Air con. We have our meal and there is a hen do on the table opposite and The Stag pulls out a dare, which is "To be Winded", The girls on the table got the hen to come over and the stag had to sit on her lap whilst being winded, the smile from his face vanished, but came back with in seconds, I think he did actually have wind.



From here we made out way to the strip club, which was a bit of a trek but at least we walked of some of the beer we had consumed. On the way the Stag was being stopped every few yards to have his picture taken, either by tourists or hens or just women in the street and the good thing was, there wasn't one bad word said from people passing. when we finally made it to the club, we were unsure if the bouncers would let him in, but they did, now being him and I also think he mentioned it, he was very nervous of this, as it wasn't a string fellow place, as you walked in you could tell it was for men and only men, we went in and he had a few funny looks but everyone just got on with it. We had our free drink token and whilst I was at the bar two strippers came up to the stag and started mothering him, but more of both of them pressing their boobs in to his face as if he had to suckle, this was also one of the dares. A couple of the guys went for a dance and before I had chance we were leaving as some of the group didn't fancy the strip club and the stag didn't want to leave anyone out, so we headed off to one of the many nightclubs that seem to be in Edinburgh.




When we arrived at the nightclub a few of the party were already in there as we had got split up from them on the way, how I don't know. We walked through and down some stairs and end up in this little bar, there was no way we could stay there all night, but then people were going past and so were alot of hen parties, so I followed them to see where they were going and the place had another three levels downstairs, so off we went. We followed the Hens and everyone else further down club and starting drinking and partying more. We met some great girls and also some strange ones, but was all pleasant. I decided that as we hadn't had any shots yet, just a lorry load of beer it would be great to do some, so off to the bar I go and order 23 Sambucas and 2 beers, They look ed twice when i ordered but got on with it, whilst waiting my mate gave me a tenner towards the cost, which helped out alot as when the drinks were ready the bill was £71, that is the most expensive round i have ever brought. After taking the drinks round, not many of the group were still with us, I gave some away to some girls, then me and my mate decided to finish the rest, think we had three more each, which kick started the system and the drinking carried on. Me and D left about 2ish I think and we thought we would go back to the strip club and spend what we had left in our pockets, but after hiking around for about half hour we found the club, but it was closed and nothing else in the area seemed to be open, so we tried to find a taxi, which being we were just on the outskirts was a bit difficult and we stopped at a bus shelter, there were about 5-8 people in it, but were having a good sing along, but in spanish I think, they had a guitar and bongo drums and we joined in making noise which we thought was singing, got bored and then finally found a cab. We got back to the hostel and headed for the bar, it was about half 3 and we seemed to be the only ones back from our group, so we had a couple and a few more turned up and then the rest, they had also been wandering the streets. D had enough and headed for bed and i just got chatting with the rest of the group and some girls from another hen party turned up and got chatting to them, it was about half 5 when the sun started coming up and the stag and a few others stripped of and decided to go for a jog and a swim, made bastards, I sat talking to Kate ( I think) when they turned up again and stood about naked drinking. The stag was talking to someone when someone from another group rugby tackled him and knocked the wind out of him and he was lying there for about 5 mins, the lads from the other group were swearing at him, when the stag got up, the lad was very sorry for what he had done and brought him a drink, everything then calmed down again. The hostel had closed the bar at about half 4 but because there were still quite a few of us opened it up again, then then closed it again about half 6 and we made our way out to the front just to chat and smoke, whilst talking away the barman came out and had a beer in his hand, I asked him where he got it from and he told me to ask at reception, so I did and we were served another beer, well I got a round of ten in and handed them out, a couple of lads that were with the one that knocked the stag down were out talking to us to and they also got a a few rounds in, the next thing we know its half 9 and time to pack up and get ready for out flight, I jumped in to the cafe and got some breakfast down me and then packed all my stuff. Once out the Stag is saying he wants to stay another night which I was up for but then realised it would be about £300 for a new flight and also I would need to try and get back from gatwick somehow. So I jumped in to a taxi with the rest of them and headed to the airport, in the bookings hall we all sat down and had a coffee then out for a smoke, which wasn't really a good idea, when we all checked in we had a pint at the bar and then headed through security, everyone was feeling and looking like crap, overall it was a bloody good weekend.

I got a text from the stag at 9pm Sunday night say, just got the train back and am in London now, waiting for train home. So he got back ok.

It has taken me a week to recover, would I do it again, Hell yes