Bah and humbug

[annwfyn]

pierot, because he loves me, has given me the bestest Christmas gift in the world ever.

Flu.

Now, that's just the gift that keeps giving. I can share it with others and still be able to keep loads for myself.

My glands are swollen, I've got a sore throat and I think I might be about to die soon. On the plus side jez is loads more poorly than me, and he's gone into work as well. If anyone wants to torment him he and imnotagoth are working down in Caversham today. Scott's hungover as well. Go on. Go and spread the love.

Ahem. Anyway.

In other news I discovered another reason why marriage is a bad idea last night. Hen Nights.

I don't think I quite understand some of the logic. First of all, the really silly itchy tat that gets draped over the bride-to-be - in this case a fairly tasteful sash with red flashing lights spelling out 'nearly married'. Surely not comfortable. Then there are the 'fun' activities.

One of Leah's friends brought along a book of 'fun hen night dares' for the bride to be, including such wonders as 'the bride to be must snog the first man with a moustache she sees, no matter how fat or repulsive', and 'the bride to be must find three men and get them to tell her the size of their penises, which she then writes down in this little book'. It was just all...

*cringes*

I don't think I quite get the logic - much as I don't get the logic of taking a guy who is about to me married out for a night and then getting in strippers/prostitutes, which I know happens occasionally. Either the about-to-be-married couple are poly, in which case there is very little need for a Last Wild Night (tm), and prostitutes and men with moustaches aren't something anyone should wish on a friend, or they are monogamous, and it can't be a good start to a marriage to be trying to encourage someone to cheat on their partner at this particular juncture in time. I really don't think I quite understand.

At least there was no talk of male strippers.

I did, however, get to see some folks I hadn't seen in years which was fab. Oh - quisalan - Carys Ottner was there, says 'hello' and is looking wonderful! She's lost the thick glasses and now is just really tall and slender. She's living in Bath and working as a software engineer these days, has had the same boyfriend for the last year and seems really happy.

I may be radiating grumpiness today. I blame the flu. *snuffles demonically* If I suffer, the world should suffer too. Damnit.

Comments

[hildekitten.livejournal.com]

I'm so glad I'm immune to the flu. Of course this means that I get an array of new and strange illnesses like pneumonia ::roll eyes::.

I don't get hen nights either. But mind you, they don't have to be as insane as that one, you can also just meet up with your friends and do something nice. Or you can just not have a hen night :)

[melsner.livejournal.com]

If I suffer, the world should suffer too.

Actually, your pain and suffering kind of amuse me.

However, for the sake of solidarity, I will either shoot myself in the foot or sleep with a crazy woman.

...

I think the foot is the better plan.

[annwfyn.livejournal.com]

Having seen the crazy women in your life I agree utterly. The foot will heal more quickly and cause you far far less pain.

Oh - has your Xmas card gotten to you yet?

*looks hopeful*

[sea-of-flame.livejournal.com]

Only hen night I went to swas lanfykins' - we (with the help of several blokes who were then kicked out before they could eat any of it) cooked much food, then sat round, and had a gossipy evening of much food and drink - yes, there was a stripper briefly, but really wasn't the point of the evening IMO. We bobbed for apples in a bath full of freezing cold water, peeled apples & threw peel over shoulders (with comedy 'initials' of '?' and '...' turning up), and then sat round and watched Casablanca, while drinking more.

Far more civilised than going out and getting trashed ;)

[twicedead.livejournal.com]

If you can't do debauched properly, don't do it at all.

I have attended two Stag Nights, amd both of them were great. The idea was that there are bloke things that blokes like to do and it's possible that the Groom will not be doing a lot of this in the future... so he should enjoy himself now.

The first one involved going to a games arcade and playing linked up Unreal Tournament, followed by Go-Karting and finally retreating for beer and pizza.

The second one involved driving out to a cottage, drinking, eating of the meat, a massive Jenga competition, followed by Playstation fighting games and beer into the wee small hours of the morning.

Last Wild Night... maybe not that wild, buta good chance for your friends to say "Mate... you know you rock... and now you're getting married you're no longer any competition for the women so we really, really love you."

Bachelor Parties

[melsner.livejournal.com]

Strangely, I've never been terribly into strippers... I don't really want to just watch a naked girl while sitting next to other guys. Sadly, reminds me too much of a high school dance.

have to say that watching strippers doesn't seem to be equal to kissing ugly guys with mustaches.

I suppose the point of such things is to remind you why you're glad you're getting married and to also encourage you to stay married so that you never have to have another bachelor/bachelorette party?

[lanfykins.livejournal.com]

I've heard good things about my husband's stag night, too.

It involved Karting, which is never bad, accidentally booked into the same hotel as some kind of stockings and suspenders convention, and culminated with watching large buildings being blown up.

[melsner.livejournal.com]

No Christmas card yet; shall rush out at right now at 3 am since I have not checked the post.

Oh god. I speak English when I'm tired. I mean:

Nope, nothing. gonna run out and check the mail box, it's wicked cold, yo.

[lanfykins.livejournal.com]

I'd forgotten about the apples!

I think a lot of people discovered that their true love's name is Sczs :)

[annwfyn.livejournal.com]

You see, I do understand Hen Nights like that - I quite liked my friend Jenny's which was an Ann Summers party and was quite a lot of fun - mostly a group of girls buying a lot of dodgy underwear.

I think it's the stereotypical Hen Night out on the town which confuses me, and the other trend I've noticed which is to do a big weekend away. My friend Gemma had a weekend in Cornwall for her Hen Night thing - I couldn't attend just because apparently it would have cost £200/£300. That's a heck of a lot - esp when you assume you're doing wedding presents etc as well.

[annwfyn.livejournal.com]

You're secretly English. We all know it.

I've actually decided that if you ever did go back to university you should come to England. You're blatantly an expat in disguise.

[annwfyn.livejournal.com]

It's odd how often that happens.

Somewhere, out there, is a man called Sczs who finds it awfully easy to pull chicks in crushed velvet. :p

Hen Night

[melsner.livejournal.com]

I've never heard the term 'Hen Night' before for a bachelorette party. I've heard "stag" used for bachelor parties. I was worried that the English might call them "cock parties."

[twicedead.livejournal.com]

Flu is like the magic penny,
Hold it tight and you won't have any
Spend it, spend it and you'll have so many
For all the whole world.

Get well soon or alternately cough on other people on your course to reduce the average grade across the class.

[melsner.livejournal.com]

I thought I was secretly gay? I always get gay and English confused... Both speak and dress better.

Not that I'd ever be insecure, but am worried and intimidated by your Educational System. You're bright (by American standards) but I've read your wibbles about school. Even your pubs have more intellectual discourse than some of my classes.

No card from england yet; but one from Virginia (the US state, not the evil destroyer of souls). Oh, but going out in the cold and fog did give me the flu.

[sea-of-flame.livejournal.com]

*grins*

What, you forgot me and Amanda taking one look at the water, and everyone else's slightly soggy clothes, going 'bugger this for a laugh' and pulling off our tops before trying to bob for the apples?

I think I got '...' due to being unable to peel apples ;)

[ksirafai.livejournal.com]

*raises an eyebrow briefly*

*drifts back to Hell*

(or work, as it's also known. I think I may never take holiday again. This place falls over when I'm away and refuses to do anything, then expects mini miracles.

I really should stop producing mini miracles. [/rantette])

[melsner.livejournal.com]

Are they dark, eeeevil miracles?

[fire-sermon.livejournal.com]

I am *so* not having a hen night like that... I'd like to do something - but not that sort of humiliation.