Okay. A friend of ours is getting married this Saturday, and she asked me to take her fiance out for a bachelor night. He's in his 20s and has become a friend as well. Well, last night was the night, and it was just he, my military buddy and I. After a nice dinner with mountain lagers, brewed on the premises, we headed for a gentleman's club. Our ladies had no problem with this, and, in fact, the groom's wife-to-be encouraged the trip...with some obvious restrictions. We had planned on having a couple of drinks there, and buying our buddy a couple of lap dances (he had never had one before).

Five hours later, I staggered out of there $1200 poorer. My military buddy spent more than that, and the guest of honor had passed out. I'd certainly go to confessions if I could only remember what the hell I may have done to confess. I'm sure it wasn't too bad. But my friend and I will wait until after the wedding to tell our wives about our expenditures.