“Dude,” Sean sighed with a disapproving look at my portal game console. “Don’t do that. Get yourself a drink and talk to people.”
Part of me knew that he was right. Bachelor parties required some level of camaraderie. I could refuse alcohol but refusal to interact or talk with the other guests was a severe social taboo. Part of the groom-to-be’s happiness depended upon the outward appearance of enjoyment among his friends and family. I could not celebrate his future happiness holed up in a corner of the cabin playing video games, reading mystery novels, and essentially wishing . . . dreaming of being elsewhere.