1) she didn't know that many people
2) she didn't really have a wish for one.
That left Ambrose. He didn't have many friends but he so desperately wanted to throw an awesome bachelor party. So he decided to risk everything and invite some of his work colleagues and a few folks he'd passed on the streets and said hello to. To his surprise, most of them accepted, all keen to let their hair down and have a wild night.
There was only one little teeny tiny problem that he needed to sort out.
Ginny.
Because the two of them live under the same roof, there was no way she could be at home when this party went into full swing, firstly because it was an 'all guys' bash. And secondly, because his guests might think she was one of the 'surprises' Ambrose's work colleagues had organised.
Thank goodness for the sweepstake Ambrose had joined in with at work. It came up trumps with a modest amount of winnings. Perfect timing, not only to give Ginny the wedding of her dreams. But also gave Ambrose the perfect opportunity to book Ginny into the Spa for a whole day's luxury treatments, whilst he continued to organise what he needed for the upcoming party.
He wanted to install a hot tub and the one he picked was top of the range. It was a little bit pricey to buy outright, so Brosie hired one for the evening, hoping to have a little 'fun' in it later on. Little did he realise just HOW much 'fun' was being had in that hot tub, whilst he was indoors throwing what he'd regard later on as the wildest party of his life.......
He hired the juice bar too and threw open the doors to let his guests in. Thing went really well, with guys dancing and pillow fighting. The juice flowed freely, the music was cranked up.
Then the doorbell rang, and a rather scantily clad woman arrived along with a stereo that she promptly switched on, and gave Ambrose one heck of a show. She stayed a little longer, and as the evening moved along, so did the hi jinks.
Caught up in the moment, Ambrose grabbed the bottle of nectar and sprayed one of his guests.
Another one, someone he didn't recognise - a gatecrasher most likely - climbed up on the kitchen counter and started gyrating his hips.
And in all this fun and frivolity, he hadn't noticed that Ginny had snuck back home. Where she and a certain George Dean, were getting really 'cozy' in that hired hot tub.....
10.5 hours later, (at approximately 6:30am the next day) the party ground to a halt with guests leaving, telling him he'd had an 'epic party' that would be remembered for a lifetime. He'd even managed to gain that much notoriety that he'd gained a celebrity star rating. Not that it mattered to Ambrose. Nope. He'd gotten that drunk that he didn't get to the bathroom in time. Peed himself. Then passed out cold on the floor.
Thank goodness the guests had left by then, and Ginny had retired to bed.
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