A few years back, when my good friends Greg Rolnick and MJ Lippman got married, they did the whole bachelor/bachelorette party thing on the same night.

It's good thinking, really. Our Woman in LA and I did the exact same thing. It cuts down on the spouse-to-be thinking about what kind of debauchery his or her life partner might be doing RIGHT NOW if the spouse-to-be in question is doing his or her own.

Anyway, Greg's boys night out included a few moments that shouldn't be mentioned in a family friendly blog like mine. But for the MJ's bachelorette party, the ladies (including Our Woman in LA) went to see some show called "Naked Boys Singing", in which, as you might imagine, a bunch of fully nude guys sang songs and show tunes or something.

Frankly, I'm a Midwestern guy, so more details than that were unnecessary.

I don't know how the show was, or how the rest of the night went. I do know that my wife's drinking abilities so inspired another bachelorette party guest that at Greg and MJ's wedding, the two of them downed a half dozen or so tequila shots.

Of course, also at that wedding, Reggie, Steve and I found a guest who was willing to act as a surrogate version of Hans for the night, and Our Woman in LA became inebriated enough to ask several of our friends if they'd like to see how short she is (5' 3", by the way).

Anyway, this all leads up to today's big news out of Milwaukee . . . that a regional production of the aforementioned "Naked Men Singing" has been closed down in Fonzie's hometown. You can read about it here:

http://www.cnn.com/2005/SHOWBIZ/Music/08/26/nakedboysnotsinging.ap/index.html

Now, normally, I'm a big fan of Milwaukee. The city boasts two - not one, two - restaurants where the primary servers are midgets. How can you beat that?

But today, I weep for the bachelorettes of Milwaukee. Alas, ladies, it's back to phallic-shaped squirt bottles and buck-a-suck T-shirts for you.