I don’t know how you guys do weddings, but the one I got invited to was a true odyssey, split into four separate acts. To be honest, I never expected such an explosion of pure, unadulterated fun.
The first act was the stag and hen parties. I can’t tell you a thing about the hen do, of course; I wasn’t invited, and the details probably aren’t fit for a public blog anyway. But our lads’ night? Oh, that was a different story. My friends and I decided we had to give the groom a send-off he’d never forget.
The Bachelor’s Guide to Blades and Axe
We started things off like a bunch of Vikings at a throwing range. We didn’t mess with boring stuff like pistols. No, we went for something way more exotic. First up were the knives.
Here’s a little secret: I always thought you had to grab the blade to throw it. Total myth. You hold it by the handle. The main lesson from our instructor was simple: “Don’t try to make the knife do a perfect single spin in the air. Just throw it.” Turns out, it’s all about distance. From three meters, then five… and that sharp piece of metal just slides into the wooden block like butter.
But that was just the warm-up. After that, we got our hands on some truly exotic items. We had Japanese shurikens — those star-shaped throwing blades used by samurai and ninjas. They look like a kid’s toy, but in reality, they’re a serious piece of weaponry. They whizzed through the air before embedding themselves with a satisfying thud. And then there were chakrams — those Indian throwing discs. A simple metal ring with a razor-sharp edge. Try hitting a target with that!
Then we got into even more interesting gear: the small military shovel. Throwing that thing was probably the most fun I had all night. And the axes. They were heavy and brutal, but they smashed into the target with the same satisfying thwack.
When Your Brain Goes Off Script
The most mind-bending part? Trying to throw with my non-dominant hand. Even better, trying to throw with both hands at once. It was a whole new level of challenge. I realized how our brains work in some bizarre ways: the projectile I threw with my left hand flew to the right side of the target, and the one from my right hand went left. It’s a real trick to master, but it’s incredibly cool.
After all that “sport,” we moved on to the more traditional part of the evening: a pub crawl. Great food, great company, and, of course, some fantastic drinks.