A TASMANIAN “BACHELOR PARTY”
November 2019

Bryce told me he’s gonna get married. In Australia.

I told him that if he’s gonna get married, in Australia, that we’d have to have a bachelor party, in Tasmania.
Equally logical, right?

And our college buddy, Robin, told me that he’d join us. So the week prior to Bryce’s wedding, we all met up in Hobart, Tasmania.
We rented a car, drove to the crazy sea cliffs filled with sea-stacks of the island’s southeast corner, and enjoyed a week of climbing.

Also, we saw echidna, we saw wallaby and wallaby babies, and we didn’t get killed by one of the gazillion deadly insects.

Then I went to Sydney for four days, performed the wedding ceremony, watched Olivia and Bryce profess their love for one another on a beach in front of 60 of their friends and family from all over the world, and pretended to surf for a morning at Bondi Beach.