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.

Cupcakes...

Now that I have your attention I am not going to talk about the sweet, sugary goodness that are cupcakes. Sorry to use such evil trickery to draw into my mind. (And it's such a dark and somewhat creepy place.) Imagine if Poe and Lovecraft had a lovechild who then had a child with Mary Shelley. Yes, I know that's not possible but it raises some interesting ideas, does it not?

Well, as you may know, my friends are getting married in just under a month. I am very happy for them since I have known them both for a long time. But, I am scared because I'm going to be a bridesmaid for the first time. Those who know me IRL, know that I'm not exactly the best kind of person to have in a formal situation. Actually, I'm not the kind of person you have in many situations because I tend to say some pretty bizarre things. Like the time I was talking to this rather cute guy and, for some strange reason, we got to talking about bowl movements. Now, I have been told that this is not the kind of thing a proper lady talks about in the company of ... well anyone. And, I'm pretty sure I was the one who brought it up...

I also tend to have many spaz moments. Some of which I love to look back on because I am amazed at how they happened. So, I really do hope my friend realises what she's gotten herself in for. Especially since she wants me to do a reading at the wedding. I told her I was going to read it in a Scottish accent...I don't think she was as amused as I was. 

Anyway, the other thing that I am rather scared about is wearing a formal dress. I don't really do formal. I wore trousers and a tunic top in some form of protest of the whole ball/prom at my high school. I didn't enjoy it and I only went because my friends begged me to. Also, I'm rather, um, well endowed in the chest area which makes finding a dress that fits properly an interesting adventure. Add to that the fact that I hate trying on clothes after about the second item and I am sure that you can see my dilemma. This means the last week of my holiday will consist of me focusing on finding a burgundy bridesmaid dress that doesn't  make me look too uncomfortable while finalising the hen's night.

On the plus side, my friend is the furthest thing from a brideszilla as you can imagine, which makes things so much easier. Plus, her wedding is going to be on Guy Fawkes night so there are bond to be heaps of fireworks, which will make things so pretty.