My 52-year-old brother is getting married (for the first time, to a 32-year-old woman) on January 16th, in Santa Barbara.
I just informed him that his bachelor party was this past Friday night, when we watched The Hangover (see review below).
When you're 52, an appropriate bachelor party seems to consist of watching a movie about someone's else's bachelor party, then falling sleep, exhausted, at ten.
And speaking for myself, when you're 55, the idea of a real, live bachelor party is, unfortunately, completely and utterly without appeal. Although, come to think of it, even in my youth I never found them appealing. A late night, and a bunch of obnoxious drunken guys yelling at a hired (and very bored) stripper. Not exactly conducive to thoughts of romance -- or even sex.