I wrote this post yesterday. I thought I had a great idea. A new idea. An original thought. I should have googled my original thought before I wrote the post. If I had, I would have realized that sometime last year, someone else had this same thought and even named that thought the same things as me. So, like whatever man.
Here is someone else’s idea that I also had…
Louie: “Here is what happens. When you get married you think, ‘Oh shit. I can’t leave. I wasn’t thinking of leaving, but now I really can’t leave’. Then you have a kid and you think… ‘holy shit. I could have left!’”
This got me thinking. If we have bachelor parties to celebrate the final days of a man’s supposed freedom… why isn’t there a party for the final days of his actual freedom before he becomes a father?
We could call it the Dadchelor Party… or something else. Suggestions are welcome.
Ladies. Let me cut you off at the pass. You already have a baby shower, so you have your party. Also, the Dadchelor party could be a reasonable time before the due date, thus ensuring you don’t have to make a frantic phone call and your baby’s first exposure to his dad isn’t tainted by the smell of Labbatt Sterling and hotwings.