That little runt . . .

So yesterday my brother emails me to remind me that his wedding will be on October 18th. Okay. Dully noted. Then he goes on to say that since I'm going to be the best man, I've got to put the bachelor party together. Whoa, wait, hold up. I've got to put together a party? Like 'organize an event'? Ugh. That's almost like work. What do I know about bachelor parties? Based on what I've seen in movies, they involve women who get naked for money. That sounds expensive. And where's it gonna be? Up at in Dallas where he's going to school, or back in the Valley? When am I supposed to do this? I've got all my vacation time allocated for going to cons. I don't even know where they're getting married, now that I think about it. I don't know how many people he wants to bring. What, am I supposed to pay for all the dances he gets that night?
And me being the BM, I've got to give a speech too, don't I? And probably get a tux too. And then there's the wedding gift too. Ugh. All this time and money and stuff, blah, I'm not the one getting married.

I guess I should email him back and get some info about all this stuff.

P.S. If anyone has tips on an event of this sort (I doubt it, considering my friend's list is 99% sausage-free) please share. I'm clueless.)