SO! I've just been away for a few days visiting friends and family in Bristol which was splendid. I had a super time, and in fact the weekend before i was away as well at my dear friend Jo's hen weekend near Bath. What a fabulous time we all had, poor Jo got bullied into doing a few too many shots on the first eve bless her heart. Shots are fun when you are 17 and more than able to get up the next day, brain unaffected! But i do feel something happens after your 25th year in which your body takes a turn and just says, 'No more, no more shots, PLEASE!'. I think what made it worse was that we actually forgot to buy any decent shots in the form of the slightly tamer alcoholic beverage 'Apple Sourz' and 'Cherry Cola' or whatever it is you buy which are ridiculously bright in color and misleadingly easy to drink to the point of no return. So instead Jo almost devoured a whole bottle of Pimms in shot form. And for that most dreaded massacre, i dedicate this post to her.
PIMMS IS A LOOOOOOOONG DRINK! NOT A SHOT! FYI!
There is something charming about hen weekends, all the girls together, some you haven't seen for a while and some you have never met before in your life. An assortment of ages, a mass of interests, and an honesty which you very rarely find in every day life banter. However, something happens behind those 'Hen' walls which unleashes your fun, hyper, slightly immature and dare i say it, filthy side. I mean, what is it that says, 'Ok, you are on a hen weekend now, you can start acting like a bloke with boobs!?'...Anyway, that seems to be the case with the majority. I take my hat off to those females who are able to remain feminine and dainty on a hen weekend...i know i certainly can't. I'm one of those that manages to announce to a room full of people personal things that would rather be left unsaid. For example, since having a C-Section my husband says that my upper half looks somewhat like a smiley face...(which i shall leave to your imagination)...Which is fine, but there is something quite sad about the fact that my once young, firm and unmarked body is no more and instead looks like an emoticon. But why on earth did i feel the need to announce that?... its just as well that one look at my son and i think i can get over that fact, and hey, at least its a Smiley face and not a Wink face! Or one of those robot emoticons!!! That would just be awful!!! I would scream at myself every time i stepped out of the shower and looked in the mirror! Can you imagine! Id be afraid to moisturise for fear my hands would get bitten off!...BLIMEY!!! No, my body says 'HAVE A GREAT DAY!!!'...anyway, ill move on shall i...
Its also on hen weekends that i discover i have a filthy laugh! Like a really dirty laugh which you would expect a 70 year old french prostitute with no teeth to have! But nope, i have one and it always shocks me by popping out of my mouth at hen weekends! Someone says 'Would you like a penis straw?' And wahaaayyyyyy there it is! My dirty laugh! Almost like an explosion which turns into the sound you would make if you were making a monotone droning noise whilst being pushed down a long and steep staircase on a sledge. Yip, i have a dirty mouth. It seems. At hen parties! Id be keen to know if anybody else has an interesting laugh which only appears in certain situations...please post! ;)
I do wish my friend Jo and her gorgeous fiance Phil the most beautiful wedding in a few weeks time. You are the most stunning couple and deserve a lifetime of happiness together. Cannot wait to share the day with you, your friends and family!
So yes, it has come to that stage in my first year as a parent that i am in fact, venturing out again on hen weekends! Not every weekend! Of course! But the deed has been done! I have left my baby and gone out and had fun! My social life is progressing in the land of motherhood. Did i feel guilty?...maybe, i think i tried to make myself feel guilty because i was guilty that i didn't actually feel that guilty! If you know what i mean! In all honesty, it actually did me the world of good, and missing him was healthy. By Sunday all i could think about was having his weight in my arms and spending the rest of the day with him, making him giggle and smothering him with kisses. And, i got to spend time with my friends, feeling a little more like the old me, the me that i miss from time to time. And for a whole weekend i got that back and laughed so much that at times i was concerned that i might in fact, almost pee myself! JOYOUS! And you know, i really feel as though i have reconnected with some of my dearest friends, and that is priceless. Such important things are friends.
Well now, i am in back in Devonshire after yet another wonderful weekend helping my Aunty Cathy celebrate her 50th birthday amongst friends and family. Always so nice to have a good knees up and dance like a maniac with cousins, aunts etc etc. I think all in all its fair to say i feel happy, rejuvenated and excited about my future days with my beautiful son, my gorgeous family and friends that not even star dust could by. I'm one lucky emoticon lady.
OH...just before i go! On the drive back home today, i witnessed a young fellow with several large bags trying to hitch hike in the middle of a roundabout!!! Is it me or is that just absolutely, completely, undoubtedly RIDONKULOUS!!!
Bye folks. xxx
