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Arcadia Bluffs Golf Course, Hole #12
I come to you live from Northern Michigan, perched high atop the sandy dunes of Arcadia where I’m spending the weekend with a few close friends for a bachelor party. Driving from Chicago all the way to one of the northernmost points of the lower peninsula is interesting.
Civilization slowly gives way to flatlands, which eventually leads to endless stretches of highway where trees stretch as far as the eye can see.
As you make your way farther and farther up the westside of Michigan, you’ll begin to notice that it oftentimes feels like you’re driving with walls of trees on either side of you.
I’m on my second cup of coffee and the wind is gently blowing in from the east. Small whitecaps topple over one another a few hundred feet below me, and from the deck where I’m sitting I can see the outline of a couple and their child, collecting stones and walking the length of the beach.
Life is good here, and the vibe inside of the cottage that I’m staying at is one of serenity, comfort, and calm. I rarely am able to achieve this level of relaxation at home, and I fully expect to leave here on Sunday morning feeling recharged and prepared for the work week.
We began the weekend on Friday morning, playing a round of golf at a high end course near where we’re staying. I enjoyed two beers total during the 18 holes that we played, and a bratwurst at the turn mostly negated the alcohol altogether.
The views on the course we played were absolutely breathtaking, something I wanted to take in and enjoy without the effects of alcohol. This may come as a shock, but I’ve found that I also play better when I’m not downing a beer every other hole.
Following the round, we had what is referred to as a “transfusion” at the 19th hole. It’s a wonderful cocktail while still on the golf course no doubt, but not a drink that I’m going to be putting into my regular rotation. Grape juice isn’t really my bag.
The rest of the evening was fairly mundane if we’re going off of the stereotypical bachelor party checklist. There were no strippers at the house last night while we grilled, built a bonfire, and casually drank beers. I don’t want to bore you with the itinerary for the remainder of the trip – what I’m trying to get at here is that bachelor/bachelorette parties are not one size fits all. There’s no right or wrong way to do it, and the idea that you are required to be giving yourself alcohol poisoning for an entire weekened or be in the middle of a hotbed of activity is antiquated.
Historically speaking a bachelor party has been nothing more than an excuse to get absolutely shithoused in a location such as Las Vegas, Nashville, or Austin. And if that’s the vibe you’re going for that’s fine. All I’m saying is that there are other ways to do this sort of thing.
All of those cities I just mentioned are fucking incredible in their own way and an absolute blast to party in, but I will never be able to advocate for the high intensity, no holds barred bachelor party.
I mean I would go to one if invited, but honestly I don’t see it happening with any of my friends. We’re approaching the age where a club scene is more terrifying than enjoyable, and a 200 dollar greens fee is more attractive than buying bottle service.
The pool party scene that has caught on in Vegas is appealing to approximately none of us, and a weekend away in a quaint town like the one I am in is almost definitely what I prefer.
If you’re faced with the task of planning one of these weekends with 8 or 9 people, keep in mind that there are places to go other than Vegas and Nashville where you won’t have to ruin your bank account and liver at the same time. Enjoy your Saturday, I hope the coffee you’re sipping on is as enjoyable as mine was..
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