Put Max In Space!

So, the wedding plans are taking off. Chelsea is currently in Vermont; she is trying on dresses and checking out weddings sites. I have basically learned to take a step back and give her some room to let her make most decisions. I am in charge of the music. That is cool with me. It is supposed to be "our" day... but let's be realistic here.

But I have my bachelor's party to plan. I know that the Best Man is supposed to do this and I am sure that he will - there will be debauchery, but I do have to appease my inner dork.

So what to do? How can I celebrate the end of my single-dom, a part of my life that I used to celebrate so much that Jef made me a tee-shirt that read: "I AM SO SINGLE," remain faithful to my fiancee but still fulfil a "guy fantasy."

Simple, my groomsmen and I are going to Space Camp.

Ends up that there is a Space Camp for Adults Program offered in Huntsville, a six day vacation where you train as an astronaut and finish your excursion with a simulated space mission. All for the very low price of $899 -- which is barely enough money for 30 minutes with two lesbian hookers (the good looking ones anyway). Some folks who are already going with me have come up with our astronaut names: Stephen is "Maverick", Blair is "Goose," and I am going to be "Buzz."

I remember crying once because my father wouldn't send me there. So, fuck it, I am going to do it now.