If you insist on doing the stereotypical bachelor party thing, follow JustRead's advice and find the right limo driver. Now, to actually find that driver, either call or visit a few of the local strip clubs around 3:00 to 5:00 in the afternoon and talk to the doorman. Introduce yourself and explain that you're going to visit several clubs and ask for a recommendation for a driver and limo. Don't mention Canada.
While I wouldn't go so far as to follow HistoryMike's example, I can point out a few things that might make a difference to you.
Virtually all strip clubs do not want trouble of any sort, but the importance of trouble avoidance varies with the club. There are a few that accept violent problems with customers, girls and bouncers as a part of regular business.
The girls will sometimes offer certain personal services that many girlfriends, fiancÚs and wives will not approve of. Now, if someone decides to partake of said services, that's all on you. But you might think, or remind your good buddy to think, of just how he's going to explain to his lady just why she needs to go get a shot of penicillin.
Pretty much anything can happen in a strip club. Like I said, the owner/manager wants nothing to do with the cops and does not want any violence in or around the club. That doesn't preclude a few other fun things. One of the girls may get a little too friendly with you, and naturally you don't bother to wonder why - then her drunken jealous boyfriend shows up and takes a swing at you. Another thing is that one or more of the girls may be engaged in a little sideline, selling illegal recreational substances to willing consumers. The cops get wind of this and you just happen to be there on the night everyone gets busted. Or, my own personal favorite, the false name and number joke.
One of your buddies gets a lap dance and tips heavily. He passes his name and number to the girl, asking about getting together later on, say next weekend for instance. He requests she call anytime after 7:00 PM. But, you see, the name he gives the girl is not his name. It's yours. And the number is your home number. And if he's thought this through he's likely come up with a cover story for when your girlfriend answers - it's his sister, he says.
So when the phone rings and Mrs. HistoryMike answers, and Brandy Venus asks for HistoryMike, then follows through with the old "Is this his sister?" routine, well... things could get interesting. Just sayin'.
Say, congratulations on your upcoming marriage, by the way. Hope you have fun at the party.