Hen Party Looming

Its my hen party soon... 

In fact its next week.  

Not sure if I am nervous or excited.

I know I am going to Blackpool (cos I am from round there originally and just like the silly cheesy atmosphere)  But I don't know what they have planned.  Which scares me.

Myself and 'The Wife' sat there with some friends one night after a belly full of beer and created names to go onto t.shirts.  We decided that Horny Helen and Kinky Kim had had their day, so we decided to go for something else.  Something which meant something to us.  So we went through the girls one by one and told stories about our memories and what the individuals are like and created a list of names based upon these factors.  It had us giggling long into the night and we woke up the next morning slightly fuzzy bust still grinning.  A job well done in my eyes!

I re-read some of the names and started tittering away to myself over a cup of tea...  Loved them!  We had a Dwarf Vader (for a smaller member of our group), T'Wife (for my friend who I refer to as the wife), Chickens (long story but the name is based on something silly the girl did whilst away in Whitby with us), Mammy (because my Mum HATES being called Mam), Tenner (because thats how much it takes to get her drunk), Scouse Brows (because she rocks em)... And so on and so on.  The list had me chuckling and still does.

Then I got the news that jeans are not allowed at the venue we are going to... And the girls have decided that tutu's and hot pink accessories is the way forward (oh no...)  This means cheap, tack and sh*t is the way to go.  Oh well.  If were going to do it, then we might as well do it right.  One problem, my figure is erm, well, round.  And being short and round isn't good when sporting a t.shirt, leggings and a tutu.  Lets just hope the circus don't try to claim me.

Ebay is brill for cheap tack.  Its full of it.  One hot pink tutu later and £5 lighter and im on my way to looking like a prat.

Someone at work said I would look good in neon pink with the illuminations in the background.

Gee thanks guys.

Now, call me paranoid, but If I am the only one wearing a tutu there may be a tantrum or minor paddy followed by some shots.

So I bought myself these to wear to cheer myself up...

I feel a little better now, thanks to Iron Fist shoes :-)