Wednesday, April 13, 2005
Hen Nights..
No not mine.. though I really should get my arse in gear and organize it. This weekend I'm off to sunny geordieland for a friend's hen weekend. I'm really divided how I feel about these occasions though, I love the idea of getting to see people I haven't seen for ages (Creamfields about 4 years ago for one of them) but on the other hand my insecurity rampages around and I worry that I'm going to be left on the sidelines. I'm sure men on stag nights don't worry about these things.
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I did hear one really awful (but ok in the end) stag night story.
There was a big stag night, and they decided to humiliate the groom by making wear a dress all night. So they went into a graveyard near the canal, stripped off his clothes, and left them there, leaving the guy to walk around the pubs wearing a lovely tea dress.
Unfortunately a man walking his dog found the heap of clothes and alerted the police. When they checked the clothes they found an envelope with the stags name and address on it. So the police assume he's tried to commit suicide and contact his family and girlfriend.
Luckily about 5 hours later when he rolls back to the hotel and rings his girlfriend it all got sorted out, but the poor family were stressing for a while.
Although there's nothing wrong with men in dresses, of course!
The whole hen/stag thing is very much not my idea of fun in the first place - good luck!
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