This is what happens when people let me get excited about something. Skies.
Anyhow- I'm having a stag party tonight. Well, I suppose I should start with "I'm getting married tomorrow," since the stag party's because of the marriage, not just a craving. But regardless. Everyone's invited- to the wedding, males and immortals only at the stag, I'm afraid. Tomorrow, on my reservation in Alaska. [coordinates, portkey address].
Gifts not necessary, nor is any specific sort of formal dress. But it's winter in Alaska, folks, be reasonable.