When people hear I’m engaged, the most common question they ask is, “How’s the wedding planning going?”
This question usually leads right into the second most common question:
“So, are you going to let your fiance have a bachelor party?”
This, my chiropractor just asked me, as he was cracking my back and popping my bones back into place last week.
Grunting between pops of my back, I replied, “Of course. Why wouldn’t I?”
Maybe it was because of my answer. Maybe it was because of how fast I answered him. Or maybe it’s because my chiropractor thinks I’m some kind of wholesome angel and thus utterly innocent to the workings of such shady places. I have no idea, but the next thing he asked me was, “Bonnie, do you know what happens during a bachelor party?”
Buddy. Oh, buddy buddy buddy. I pat his hand (somehow, I felt like I had to comfort him) and said, “Of course, I do.”
All was quiet except for the sound of my bones cracking. After a moment of confused silence, he asked me how I was so okay with it all.
I told him that it’s actually pretty simple, and it all goes back to what I learned in kindergarten….