Erin The Great

In my 25 years on the planet, I have been ‘one of the guys’ to my guy friends back home for about 21 of them. This has been interesting especially when I went through puberty and had the audacity to developed boobs and hips. All of a sudden I wasn’t a ‘guy’ anymore. The black balling and stripping of my ‘guy’ status only lasted for about a year and then I was welcomed back into the fold. Since then I’ve kept pretty good friends with ‘my boys’ as I call them and I enjoy still being a part of their lives. This leads to my story.

About a year ago my friend Kevin called me with some exciting news. Knowing my friend I figured it had something to do with the military or one of our other friends. I was wrong, but I was very excited to hear that he was getting married. I didn’t think anything of it because they weren’t getting married until the following May, so I put it in the back of my head.

Today I get an e-mail from my good friend Jon who is one of Kevin’s best friends, telling me about the wedding and asking me if I was available to go home to Oregon and be apart of the Bachelor party? Up until now I was reading and thinking ‘oh yeah, I need to get time off to go home and go to the wedding, what the? I’m invited to the bachelor party???’ at this point I was shaking my head because I couldn’t believe what I had just read. As if this wasn’t odd enough, he then continued on to say that it was ok, because they didn’t want me there to be the stripper, (like this was even close to being an option) glad we got that clarified.

On one hand I feel honored to be apart of a time honored and women banned tradition. But then on the other hand I don’t know if I want to witness all my guy friends from back home getting trashed and putting dollar bills down the stripper’s thong… or even worse, mistaking me for the entertainment. Trust me; no good would come from that.

I must admit, and aside from the invite, I love that I’m so ingrained as being ‘one of the guys’ to my boys back home that they don’t even think twice about inviting me to a bachelor party. To them I’m just Jarvis who looks oddly female-like. Booyah!