Stag

I've never been to a stag party before. Nor have I been invited to one.

Yesterday, my friends/badminton buddies were talking about the stag party they held last week for one of our badminton buddies who is getting married this Friday. If only I knew they were coming up with one, I should have insisted on going.

Quite surprisingly, after feeling a little left-out, I was immediately swept back to reality that I have my goals this year, and being too sentimental about things is definitely not one of them. Cool. I just succeeded in psyching myself that there will always be other chances. Besides, I could always throw myself a stag party anytime I want to. It will just be me, with all the perks of a stag party all to myself!

I am a stag, anyway, and I deserve to party!