Embracing my Awesomeness?*

So, thanks to you lovely amazing people who commented I feel a lot better about talking about bowel motions, the rape scene in Deliverance and various other 'faux pas' that I have made over the years. I also feel a little more confident in my ability to speak at the wedding - even if I do accidentally switch from my kiwi accent into a random British or Scottish one.

The elusive bridesmaid dress hunt goes on but I will succeed or die trying. (I've seen those crazy reality TV shows about bridezillas so the dying while trying is a reality, albeit a slim reality!)I'm off to Roto-vegas (Rotorua for those not from New Zealand) tomorrow to continue the hunt. Also, I might invest in some burgundy dye, just in case.

And then, on Saturday, it is the Hen's Party. Now, this will be the second Hen's Party I have been to and the first I've organised. This is what I have planned so far:

• Naughty Pass the Parcel (Might have mini dares in it etc)

• Pin the Manhood on the Man (That's what it says on the packaging...pun totally intended)
• Banana Ring Toss
• The traditional making a wedding dress out of toilet paper - because what bride doesn't want to be dressed to the nines in toilet paper.
• How well do you know your partner for the bride - shots involved for every failed answer. 
• Moulding members (where everyone in a current relationship has to mould their partner's Johnson out of play dough...)
• Just Dance 2 on the Wii cause there isn't anything better than watching drunk people attempt to dance.

I hope this is enough to entertain the majority of the guests. I also made sure to order the special straws my friend requested along with a penis shaped serving platter that, quite frankly, was smaller than I thought. (This is not meant as a sly comment, it truly is smaller than advertised I'm sure.)

I have been warned by my friend that there shall be no wearing of the Harry Potter hoodie, no watching of the LotR trilogy and no references to Star Wars or Star Trek. I smiled and nodded but didn't make any promises for the las two. 

I'm also going to order a lot of mini foods through our shop's catering company because everyone loves mini quiches and cheese cake, right? Plus, I might even attempt to make sangria and a special punch that was concocted many a drunken moon ago.**

Random side note: Is anyone going to attempt NaNoWriMo this year? I'm seriously thinking about it even though I will be teaching at the time.


*Today's title is proudly brought to you by the amazing gentlemen bloggers from A Beer for the Shower. If you haven't already checked them out get your arse over there***
** Don't panic - there will also be beer there as well. 
***When I write 'arse' like so I read it in an Irish accent. I also pretend I'm drunk while doing so.****
****I have a thing for accents. You may have noticed.

In which I am actually too busy to do a list...

It's just past eight as I write this and I have been up for what seems like ages. I'm in a mild panic, you see, because I am going with a dear friend to another friend's Hens Day/Night/Party*. Now, I don't know about you but I've never been to a Hens Night and, with my wacky imagination, this is what I see when I hear the words Hens Party. Hen's Party... Though I imagine less pinata carnage and more cake. This isn't how they go down, mind you because I have heard stories. Yep, real stories. And some of these stories involve all sorts of, ah, interesting things. For example: Studs Afloat (I didn't even know something like this really existed until I sat down to write this post. Oh so innocent I must be...) There were worse things but I don't want to shock any of your delicate sensibilities.

So, I am currently getting all the chores out of the way so I can drive with my friend over to Rotorua (or near enough) to attend this 'do'. And I have found out that I am somewhat capable at multi-tasking until I sit down in front of this computer and then it all goes to crap. I believe that I can blame it on all the shiny shiny buttons and interesting links that I keep looking at. (This sounds somewhat more dodgy than I intended but am I going to change it...nah.)

Anyway, this is my way of saying, sorry for the lack of a list today. I promise my lists will come back tomorrow and carry on for the rest of BEdA.

Have fun and look out for hens...

*Hens Night is the female equivalent to a Stag or Bachelor Party for the Bride to Be.

EDIT: Sigh - bad spelling is my downfall. Thanks for the reader who let me know.