Seeing Sahara

After Rapatu's rave reports, I decided to give Sahara a chance ( definitely not to be confused with horror flick Samara! ). An action-adventure flick based on Clive Cussler's series of novels about a dashing adventurer called Dirk Pitt. Wasn't all that bad surprisingly although I have to admit I preferred the slightly more cerebral National Treasure and my brainy cutie, Riley Poole.

Lots of gunfights and explosions complete with the prerequisite female booty in the sultry shape of Penelope Cruz and the funny sidekick played by the ever versatile Steve Zahn. Still it was nice to see Matthew McConaughey in action again as the lead - sexy, rugged Southern guy with an accent as smooth mint julep on a hot summer's day, brilliant white smile and beautiful tanned muscles. Come on, what else is there to ask for?

Despite not providing much of an exercise for my puzzle-solving mind, I still had an epiphany sometime during the show when one of my friends, Shameless Shalom ( part of my moviegoing posse ) turned around and asked in a sotto voce whisper what I was going to do about Tiny Tim's bachelor party. Sure, he's one of my closest friends.... but I've already got to find a damned date for the wedding, and now I'm supposed to get him a party!?

As I stammered over a pathetically garbled explanation, my brain was busy cooking up a hastily made-up plan. Since I'm still a relative innocent when it comes to bachelor parties ( never hosted but managed to attend a few hopelessly drunken orgies ), what does it actually constitute? Friends and colleagues of the groom are a given. I assume booze and some bites are expected to. But what else? Cheap straight porn? Toys? Strippers?

Obviously Tiny Tim needs to find some straight friends.