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So this weekend I have been to Stratford upon Avon! It is a lovely place. Riddled with swans, I might add.

To be or not to be? )

So, not an entirely flawless wedding anniversary, but still one with many wonderful moments. Here's to many more to come!
hathycol: (mr and mrs pond)
So this weekend I have been to Stratford upon Avon! It is a lovely place. Riddled with swans, I might add.

To be or not to be? )

So, not an entirely flawless wedding anniversary, but still one with many wonderful moments. Here's to many more to come!
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Yesterday I saw Russell Brand. To be precise, I saw Russell Brand just by Temple church (I like to walk home through Temple when I can, it's very pretty) telling a group of people about Temple church. Weird tour guide. Definitely him, too, as opposed to my Florence (minus Machine) spot on Saturday which is only really a maybe.

This was the highlight of an otherwise dreadful journey home, which started going wrong when they booted me off the District line train because the Victoria platform was closed. DUDES WALKING FROM ST JAMES TO VICTORIA TAKES AGES particularly when the 'feels like' temperature is -6 and you're in a skirt and tights.

This time a year ago I was getting very nervous and excited about getting married. This is an increasingly odd thought.

I like being married. It is heaps of fun - I keep saying that basically it's like living together but with better legal protection and some jewellery, which is entirely true but I must admit that I do enjoy the cachet of Being Married. To Richie, at that, who is a tremendously wonderful human being. It doesn't feel like it's been a year. In terms of Major Life Changes Of 2012 (there were a few) the biggest one is absolutely and definitely moving to London in very real terms, but, well. I will probably not celebrate the anniversary of moving here. I am very much looking forward to a fun weekend of celebrating our anniversary (we don't get another one for six years, after all) in Stratford Upon Avon, unexpectedly freezing temperatures and Tube closures for our stop be damned.

I also think I may be over my post wedding blues, which in retrospect I definitely had. I keep saying to people planning weddings that the best thing about the wedding night in going to bed knowing that there is no more wedding to plan. This is absolutely true, but at the same time there's a little bit of a hole in your life where the planning and excitement was - think post convention blues, but with no more conventions to celebrate? Then again, I suddenly have a lot of people getting engaged around me so I have OTHER PEOPLE'S WEDDINGS to look forward to, which is possibly even better. (Apart from anything else, I am almost guaranteed to have none of my family at those occasions.)
hathycol: (mr and mrs pond)
Yesterday I saw Russell Brand. To be precise, I saw Russell Brand just by Temple church (I like to walk home through Temple when I can, it's very pretty) telling a group of people about Temple church. Weird tour guide. Definitely him, too, as opposed to my Florence (minus Machine) spot on Saturday which is only really a maybe.

This was the highlight of an otherwise dreadful journey home, which started going wrong when they booted me off the District line train because the Victoria platform was closed. DUDES WALKING FROM ST JAMES TO VICTORIA TAKES AGES particularly when the 'feels like' temperature is -6 and you're in a skirt and tights.

This time a year ago I was getting very nervous and excited about getting married. This is an increasingly odd thought.

I like being married. It is heaps of fun - I keep saying that basically it's like living together but with better legal protection and some jewellery, which is entirely true but I must admit that I do enjoy the cachet of Being Married. To Richie, at that, who is a tremendously wonderful human being. It doesn't feel like it's been a year. In terms of Major Life Changes Of 2012 (there were a few) the biggest one is absolutely and definitely moving to London in very real terms, but, well. I will probably not celebrate the anniversary of moving here. I am very much looking forward to a fun weekend of celebrating our anniversary (we don't get another one for six years, after all) in Stratford Upon Avon, unexpectedly freezing temperatures and Tube closures for our stop be damned.

I also think I may be over my post wedding blues, which in retrospect I definitely had. I keep saying to people planning weddings that the best thing about the wedding night in going to bed knowing that there is no more wedding to plan. This is absolutely true, but at the same time there's a little bit of a hole in your life where the planning and excitement was - think post convention blues, but with no more conventions to celebrate? Then again, I suddenly have a lot of people getting engaged around me so I have OTHER PEOPLE'S WEDDINGS to look forward to, which is possibly even better. (Apart from anything else, I am almost guaranteed to have none of my family at those occasions.)
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I have had such a lovely weekend, and this icon is totally appropriate rather than me not being bothered to faff through whatever smiden LJ still lets me use.

See, last weekend was... not that good. I had two days in the house by myself as Richie was working in Manchester, and he came home on the Thursday with a stonking great stomach bug. One of the most fun issues with this (other than that the Queen got it a few days later) was that Richie had a friend staying on Friday night. This friend is a lovely person, but to be honest he and I have never clicked so it's always a bit awkward in terms of making light conversation. An ill Richie meant I had to take on a lot of burden. Richie insisted on powering through, so at least I got a Saturday day time to myself. But yeah, it was a sort of awkward weekend, and it felt like a long week as I just hadn't had time to recharge.

But this weekend! Was awesome! [livejournal.com profile] loneraven came by for the noble purpose of wedding dress shopping, during which I returned the favour she kindly paid me well over a year ago now. It was an awesome day - we had wine with every meal (Bucks Fizz at breakfast? Well why not) and generally lots of good fun. In the end she has stuck with a dress she's already bought which she looks fabulous in and made me a little weepy but I enjoyed watching her try on dresses. PLUS we went to Fairy Gothmother where she was assisted by a pirate. A pirate with excellent customer service skills, but still a pirate. Man, I love old goths. They are the best subgenre.

When we came home, there was an evening of more wine, Flash Gordon, Bride of Chaotica and then some original KHAAAAAAAN just because we could. Basically, a good day all around. Today heralded a lie in, and when Shim came to pick up Iona (he had been busy drowning in a white water rapids boat, long story) he came in and we all had a good catch up. And also decided that an independent Scotland would be heavily expansionist, taking back all of the islands, and the north, and definitely Northern Ireland. ("We could call this new land 'the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland'" suggested Richie.)

Back to work tomorrow, but for a four day week. Astonishingly, Richie and I got married very nearly a year ago, and next weekend we are off on a visit to Stratford-upon-Avon to celebreate a year of marriage. Egads.
hathycol: (Default)
I have had such a lovely weekend, and this icon is totally appropriate rather than me not being bothered to faff through whatever smiden LJ still lets me use.

See, last weekend was... not that good. I had two days in the house by myself as Richie was working in Manchester, and he came home on the Thursday with a stonking great stomach bug. One of the most fun issues with this (other than that the Queen got it a few days later) was that Richie had a friend staying on Friday night. This friend is a lovely person, but to be honest he and I have never clicked so it's always a bit awkward in terms of making light conversation. An ill Richie meant I had to take on a lot of burden. Richie insisted on powering through, so at least I got a Saturday day time to myself. But yeah, it was a sort of awkward weekend, and it felt like a long week.

But this weekend! Was awesome! [personal profile] loneraven came by for the noble purpose of wedding dress shopping, during which I returned the favour she kindly paid me well over a year ago now. It was an awesome day - we had wine with every meal (Bucks Fizz at breakfast? Well why not) and generally lots of good fun. In the end she has stuck with a dress she's already bought which she looks fabulous in and made me a little weepy but I enjoyed watching her try on dresses. PLUS we went to Fairy Gothmother where she was assisted by a pirate. A pirate with excellent customer service skills, but still a pirate. Man, I love old goths. They are the best subgenre.

When we came home, there was an evening of more wine, Flash Gordon, Bride of Chaotica and then some original KHAAAAAAAN just because we could. Basically, a good day all around. Today heralded a lie in, and when Shim came to pick up Iona (he had been busy drowning in a white water rapids boat, long story) he came in and we all had a good catch up. And also decided that an independent Scotland would be heavily expansionist, taking back all of the islands, and the north, and definitely Northern Ireland. ("We could call this new land 'the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland'" suggested Richie.)

Back to work tomorrow, but for a four day week. Astonishingly, Richie and I got married very nearly a year ago, and next weekend we are off on a visit to Stratford-upon-Avon to celebreate a year of marriage. Egads.

Honeymoon!

Sep. 24th, 2012 08:09 pm
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So, I was at [livejournal.com profile] tau_sigma's house this weekend, and she demanded that I tell all about my honeymoon, as I have failed to mention anything about it as of yet. So now I shall change this!

Manchester-Berlin. )

Vienna )

Salzburg )

The Tirol )

Zurich and Paris )

Our honeymoon, in conclusion, was wonderful. And I need to get back to Austria.

Honeymoon!

Sep. 24th, 2012 08:08 pm
hathycol: (mr and mrs pond)
So, I was at [personal profile] tau_sigma's house this weekend, and she demanded that I tell all about my honeymoon, as I have failed to mention anything about it as of yet. So now I shall change this!

Manchester-Berlin. )

Vienna )

Salzburg )

The Tirol )

Zurich and Paris )

Our honeymoon, in conclusion, was wonderful. And I need to get back to Austria.

Minimoon!

Apr. 4th, 2012 09:16 pm
hathycol: (alcoholism bernard)
Minimoon! 18/03/12 - 24/03/12 )

And that was in our minimoon, such as it was. We spent Saturday having a posh picnic in Hesketh Park, sneaking a bottle of red wine in and having antipasto and nice bread, before lying on a blanket under a beautifully warm sun. We even found a spot where we could mostly ignore the general public and kids going past, but still watch the birds on the pond. It was a lovely day, particularly as we don't get a lot of outdoor space at the best of times. By Sunday, Richie was back at work, and I was back on Monday.

We're going to have the Big Honeymoon in the first two weeks of September. My bonus at work has come through, so we've already paid the small amount of the wedding debt off, and have a little to start saving towards the honeymoon. We're going to get a train around France, Germany and Austria, before looping back to Berlin and then flying home. It's very us, and I'm very excited, not least because I'll start having something to plan again! But for now, it's back to work and real life, albeit one with a lot of nice new stuff, some shiny rings, and an awful lot of inlaws.

Minimoon!

Apr. 4th, 2012 09:13 pm
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Minimoon: 18/03/12 - 24/03/12 )

And that was in our minimoon, such as it was. We spent Saturday having a posh picnic in Hesketh Park, sneaking a bottle of red wine in and having antipasto and nice bread, before lying on a blanket under a beautifully warm sun. We even found a spot where we could mostly ignore the general public and kids going past, but still watch the birds on the pond. It was a lovely day, particularly as we don't get a lot of outdoor space at the best of times. By Sunday, Richie was back at work, and I was back on Monday.

We're going to have the Big Honeymoon in the first two weeks of September. My bonus at work has come through, so we've already paid the small amount of the wedding debt off, and have a little to start saving towards the honeymoon. We're going to get a train around France, Germany and Austria, before looping back to Berlin and then flying home. It's very us, and I'm very excited, not least because I'll start having something to plan again! But for now, it's back to work and real life, albeit one with a lot of nice new stuff, some shiny rings, and an awful lot of inlaws.
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I'm desperately trying to write up the minimoon, but life is eating all of my writing time so that will go up At Some Point in the future. Becuase, obviously, you all want to hear of our adventures in wildest genteel-ist Yorkshire. Seriously. Soon. I promise!

However, for now we are back in sunny Southport and back in work. Boo. However, I wasn't in work yesterday afternoon as we recieved all of our wedding gifts. Seriously, if you want the most middle-class, consumerist experience of RAPTURE AND JOY, I can strenuously recommend getting your wedding gift list from John Lewis, opening it all like kids on Christmas through the polystyrene balls and then sitting on the square metre of carpet you have left, drinking champagne and gleefully plotting the demise of all the non-matching kitchen stuff you can now throw out. (Is anyone moving house soon? Most of the stuff that's going is off to the recycling centre in the hope some of it can be salvaged, but some is okay if people want first dibs on it before we take it to the charity shop.)

Although we knew what we were getting, we didn't know who from, but we do now, and I am overwhelmed at the generousity of our friends and families. (Particularly Richie's! We put down a v. expensive breadmaker and coffee machine on the offchance people might club together and buy them, and we were surprised when they disappeared off the list. We were VERY surprised to discover they're both from Richie's family friends who I have never met and didn't even come to the wedding! I AM GOING TO MAKE SO MUCH BREAD THOUGH.) A lot of our friends, some of whom weren't able to come to the wedding, bought us gifts, which we are so desperately grateful for I can't even describe. We're sending out individual thank yous very shortly, but this is just a massive big lovecrush at how wonderful people have been over this whole wedding thing. I LOVE YOU GUYS.

Work is terrible, but at least I faced it today in the knowledge I have a four-day week and that at least my hangover was champagne fuelled. There are worse hangovers.
hathycol: (venice - thinkies)
I'm desperately trying to write up the minimoon, but life is eating all of my writing time so that will go up At Some Point in the future. Becuase, obviously, you all want to hear of our adventures in wildest genteel-ist Yorkshire. Seriously. Soon. I promise!

However, for now we are back in sunny Southport and back in work. Boo. However, I wasn't in work yesterday afternoon as we recieved all of our wedding gifts. Seriously, if you want the most middle-class, consumerist experience of RAPTURE AND JOY, I can strenuously recommend getting your wedding gift list from John Lewis, opening it all like kids on Christmas through the polystyrene balls and then sitting on the square metre of carpet you have left, drinking champagne and gleefully plotting the demise of all the non-matching kitchen stuff you can now throw out. (Is anyone moving house soon? Most of the stuff that's going is off to the recycling centre in the hope some of it can be salvaged, but some is okay if people want first dibs on it before we take it to the charity shop.)

Although we knew what we were getting, we didn't know who from, but we do now, and I am overwhelmed at the generousity of our friends and families. (Particularly Richie's! We put down a v. expensive breadmaker and coffee machine on the offchance people might club together and buy them, and we were surprised when they disappeared off the list. We were VERY surprised to discover they're both from Richie's family friends who I have never met and didn't even come to the wedding! I AM GOING TO MAKE SO MUCH BREAD THOUGH.) A lot of our friends, some of whom weren't able to come to the wedding, bought us gifts, which we are so desperately grateful for I can't even describe. We're sending out individual thank yous very shortly, but this is just a massive big lovecrush at how wonderful people have been over this whole wedding thing. I LOVE YOU GUYS.

Work is terrible, but at least I faced it today in the knowledge I have a four-day week and that at least my hangover was champagne fuelled. There are worse hangovers.

17/03/12

Mar. 29th, 2012 06:20 pm
hathycol: (wtf)
So! I'm married! I was going to write one long massive post, but the minimoon will have to go elsewhere as SO MANY WORDS. Hell, I spent long enough writing this.

OLD SCHOOL CUT )

So that was my wedding day. I will have other Amazing Days, and in fact I had a lot of them in the week that came after, that I will write up when I have the time because ARGH SO MUCH STUFF AND WORDS. I wanted to get this up, though, because I want to keep the memories. It was just such a pleasure to see so many people dressed in their finery – and everyone looked AMAZING – and to see everyone I loved, and most importantly to marry Richie. We are now double-barrelled; Iona witnessed Richie's deed poll, although I am a little slower in making it official but I'm working on it. It's still the same relationship it was before, but it's nice to know it's official in the eyes of, well, Fife Council (wedding certificate rocked up earlier this week) and also, well, I do love him and all that too. I keep smiling every time I spot our wedding rings.

So: thank you to everyone that came (and for reading all of this!) and there will be individual thank yous going out fairly soon. We get our gift list stuff on Tuesday, which I am shallow but dead excited about. I will write about the minimoon next, but at over 3,000 words I felt that I had clogged up quite enough of my flist...

(There are pictures on the book of faces, but soon there are plans for us to bung some pictures up on a Flickr account. Despite no longer having a wedding to plan, being back at work full time and having to catch up on about a month of life we've basically put off means that we are still surprisingly busy. What's up with that?)
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I am driving up to St Andrews actually tomorrow in order to actually get married on actual Saturday.

omfg.

I will see you all on the other size! Raise a glass for me at 2.30pm on Saturday. :-)
hathycol: (mr and mrs pond)
I am driving up to St Andrews actually tomorrow in order to actually get married on actual Saturday.

omfg.

I will see you all on the other size! Raise a glass for me at 2.30pm on Saturday. :-)
hathycol: (alcoholism bernard)
HI YOU GUYS.

I have had a proper lovely weekend. After a wee lie in on Friday, I bumbled up to St Andrews, where I had a Lovely Time. After arriving, exhausted from the drive, I discovered that No One I Knew That Well was in, but [livejournal.com profile] moralrelativist's flatmate Alice made me tea and before too long Lucy was home as well. I wasn't actually staying at Lucy's, but instead nearby in the flat her parents were in the process of doing up and letting out. As such, I ended up spending the weekend living with Lucy's mum, who was wonderful to me, fed me wine and tea and made sure there were flowers in the room I was staying in. SO MUCH LOVE.

That said, Friday night heralded pretending to be a student and drinking far too much cider during a zombie pub crawl. It was a great night, lurching around St Andrews and/or running from zombies. Although I am a little sore now from all the running. Alas, so out of shape.

Only slightly hungover, I approached the next day slightly tentatively. Hair and make-up trials? Eep. I was mildly worried that everything would look wrong, a feeling exacerbated when I said I wanted curly hair for the day and she started to straighen it. I needn't have worried, I look fab. No more can be said because, well, spoilers, but apparently Mum cried when I sent over a picture.

Spent the evening being fed again by Lucy (OM NOM NOM) before briefly heading out to check the durability of the hair and make-up. It's all good, fortunately.

Now I am back home for a few days, at least. Richie is making my tea, and we're pretty much all done with the wedding stuff now until the actual wedding itself. Alas that I have to go to work tomorrow as well as today, but I'm still determined to have a good week, despite the best efforts of the general public.
hathycol: (mr and mrs pond)
HI YOU GUYS.

I have had a proper lovely weekend. After a wee lie in on Friday, I bumbled up to St Andrews, where I had a Lovely Time. After arriving, exhausted from the drive, I discovered that No One I Knew That Well was in, but [profile] moralrelativist's flatmate Alice made me tea and before too long Lucy was home as well. I wasn't actually staying at Lucy's, but instead nearby in the flat her parents were in the process of doing up and letting out. As such, I ended up spending the weekend living with Lucy's mum, who was wonderful to me, fed me wine and tea and made sure there were flowers in the room I was staying in. SO MUCH LOVE.

That said, Friday night heralded pretending to be a student and drinking far too much cider during a zombie pub crawl. It was a great night, lurching around St Andrews and/or running from zombies. Although I am a little sore now from all the running. Alas, so out of shape.

Only slightly hungover, I approached the next day slightly tentatively. Hair and make-up trials? Eep. I was mildly worried that everything would look wrong, a feeling exacerbated when I said I wanted curly hair for the day and she started to straighen it. I needn't have worried, I look fab. No more can be said because, well, spoilers, but apparently Mum cried when I sent over a picture.

Spent the evening being fed again by Lucy (OM NOM NOM) before briefly heading out to check the durability of the hair and make-up. It's all good, fortunately.

Now I am back home for a few days, at least. Richie is making my tea, and we're pretty much all done with the wedding stuff now until the actual wedding itself. Alas that I have to go to work tomorrow as well as today, but I'm still determined to have a good week, despite the best efforts of the general public.
hathycol: (sheepish jayne hat)
I am getting married next weekend. I am, to the surprise of myself and those around me, not a wreck. Hurrah!

However, there are some things I have noticed, and this is mostly a list to myself but also to other people.

PLEASE TRY not to suggest things to me about my looks. I have been surprised at the sheer level of vanity/paranoia that the whole Bride thing has set off; comments are innocently made, but combined with the knowledge that these photos are going to be around FOREVER I am paranoid. An reasonably innocuous comment about my eyebrows by my mother has led to unexpected waxing. Okay, it ended well, but there we go. "How are you having your hair?" I get asked a lot, and when I mention I'm not straightening it/wearing it out people sometimes give me A Look. SERIOUSLY I HAVE THOUGHT THIS OUT BUT I AM CURRENTLY FRAGILE. I am periodically ending up in very strange thought spirals. So, er, unless I am actively asking your opinion then possible don't opine on my looks. You wouldn't do it to me normally.

On a related note, DO NOT ask me if I'll be wearing my glasses on the day. I wear my glasses during every waking hour. I cannot see without them, I can't abide wearing contact lenses, and I look like a mole without my glasses on. At what point is it sensible for me to take my glasses off?

DO NOT tell me your horror stories. "On my wedding day, the priest got our names wrong and I fell over my own veil," Damn Fool Boss's wife cheerfully told me the other day. I nearly cried. They are funny stories, I will freely admit, just not at the moment.

DO tell me your horror stories about stuff that cannot possibly happen on my wedding day. A friend told me about a wedding she attended where the child of the pastor ran around unchecked for the whole thing. There is no child of the pastor at my wedding, so I can laugh and also faintly victorious that whatever may go wrong at my wedding, this will not be it.

DO NOT ask me open-ended questions that can be solved with common sense. I cannot arrange how you are getting to the wedding. I am sorry. I provided instructions with the invitations. I am also unable to find you shoes, tell you when you check in to your hotel (a real question from Richie's mum), or advise what time you should take off work.

DO ask me specific questions. Matt sent a text to enquire if a guest house he had found was a sensible distance from the town. I can answer these questions without having the sense that I'm having to organise you on top of organising myself.

DO NOT assume Richie is in some way invisible, or not helping with the wedding. We've split it remarkably equally.

DO ask me about the day. Look, I like to burble about it, and to be honest I can't help it. I enjoy talking about it!

DO tell me about stuff that is not to do with the wedding. Please, please, please. Tell me about the course you're doing. Tell me about your new job. Chat with me about Being Human and why Tom is ace. Discuss that new book with me. Tell me about why you're never drinking gin again after what you did last weekend. Bitch with me about your neighbours. Just, you know, I am still a person who isn't this mythical bride figure. I like being the centre of attention, and it's a fabulously easy (and fun!) topic to talk about, but I can be drawn along a line of just talking about it and that is a bit rubbish.

And DO tell me when I'm being ridiculous. I tend to hysteria at the best of times, and now I'm even worse. Laugh at me, I need it sometimes.
hathycol: (mr and mrs pond)
I am getting married next weekend. I am, to the surprise of myself and those around me, not a wreck. Hurrah!

However, there are some things I have noticed, and this is mostly a list to myself but also to other people.

PLEASE TRY not to suggest things to me about my looks. I have been surprised at the sheer level of vanity/paranoia that the whole Bride thing has set off; comments are innocently made, but combined with the knowledge that these photos are going to be around FOREVER I am paranoid. An reasonably innocuous comment about my eyebrows by my mother has led to unexpected waxing. Okay, it ended well, but there we go. "How are you having your hair?" I get asked a lot, and when I mention I'm not straightening it/wearing it out people sometimes give me A Look. SERIOUSLY I HAVE THOUGHT THIS OUT BUT I AM CURRENTLY FRAGILE. I am periodically ending up in very strange thought spirals. So, er, unless I am actively asking your opinion then possible don't opine on my looks. You wouldn't do it to me normally.

On a related note, DO NOT ask me if I'll be wearing my glasses on the day. I wear my glasses during every waking hour. I cannot see without them, I can't abide wearing contact lenses, and I look like a mole without my glasses on. At what point is it sensible for me to take my glasses off?

DO NOT tell me your horror stories. "On my wedding day, the priest got our names wrong and I fell over my own veil," Damn Fool Boss's wife cheerfully told me the other day. I nearly cried. They are funny stories, I will freely admit, just not at the moment.

DO tell me your horror stories about stuff that cannot possibly happen on my wedding day. A friend told me about a wedding she attended where the child of the pastor ran around unchecked for the whole thing. There is no child of the pastor at my wedding, so I can laugh and also faintly victorious that whatever may go wrong at my wedding, this will not be it.

DO NOT ask me open-ended questions that can be solved with common sense. I cannot arrange how you are getting to the wedding. I am sorry. I provided instructions with the invitations. I am also unable to find you shoes, tell you when you check in to your hotel (a real question from Richie's mum), or advise what time you should take off work.

DO ask me specific questions. Matt sent a text to enquire if a guest house he had found was a sensible distance from the town. I can answer these questions without having the sense that I'm having to organise you on top of organising myself.

DO NOT assume Richie is in some way invisible, or not helping with the wedding. We've split it remarkably equally.

DO ask me about the day. Look, I like to burble about it, and to be honest I can't help it. I enjoy talking about it!

DO tell me about stuff that is not to do with the wedding. Please, please, please. Tell me about the course you're doing. Tell me about your new job. Chat with me about Being Human and why Tom is ace. Discuss that new book with me. Tell me about why you're never drinking gin again after what you did last weekend. Bitch with me about your neighbours. Just, you know, I am still a person who isn't this mythical bride figure. I like being the centre of attention, and it's a fabulously easy (and fun!) topic to talk about, but I can be drawn along a line of just talking about it and that is a bit rubbish.

And DO tell me when I'm being ridiculous. I tend to hysteria at the best of times, and now I'm even worse. Laugh at me, I need it sometimes.
hathycol: (alcoholism bernard)
So my hen party happened! Yay!

On Friday, I woke up deliciously late and after some leisurely cleaning, spent the day curled up under a blanket reading North and South. One day, I will write about why North and South is the Greatest Romantic Novel Ever (northerners! industry! Mr Thornton is Richard Armitage in the adaptation! social consciousness!) but that is not today. [livejournal.com profile] loneraven came around later, bearing Hangover Breakfast Food and a dress up veil and tiara. "You did ask," she pointed out. We ate pasta and salad, all very sophisticated excluding the fact that pasta sauce came out of a jar, before Iona headed back home.

Not long later, we were joined by [livejournal.com profile] moralrelativist who polished off the rest of the pasta and we all chilled on the sofa for a bit. All things considered, it was a very pleasant Friday.

Saturday morning heralded MY HEN PARTY! Except for a few hours, obviously, so we ate lunch and were devatstaed that my TV no longer picks up ITV4 so we couldn't watch Stargate. But before too long, Lucy and I headed out to the train station to pick up Fiona, Ann and Louise, before heading back to the flat. By this point, my phone was bleeping away merrily and people started turning up in an order I can't remember - Gill and Christine, Mum and my sister, Claire and Philip (he was coming to keep an eye on Richie for the day when we evicted him), Tali, Louise (different Louise!), Enid, Iona and Jess. YEAH KIDS I'M THAT POPULAR. After everyone shared increasingly highly embarrassing memories of me, we all headed out for afternoon tea at the Vincent, which is a Posh Hotel but apparently not above playing the humiliate the bride game. That said, the tea itself was delicious, with a glass of champagne and general good times had. Plus, not to be vain, but I was wearing a dress with a pattern of SWANS. Win.

After another highly expensive drink and the world's most confusing bill ever (big thanks to Iona and Tali for working that one out, my head would have exploded) we came back to the flat, where I was hit with an Ann Summers bag. I'm not entirely sure how or who is responsible for the outpouring of generousity and teamwork, but dudes, I love you all. The Ann Summers bag contained a feather boa, a pin the tail on the donkey game except with a man and many cocks ("You have to stop saying that," my mum said eventually. "It's weird." So I had to call it Pin The Appendage On The Gentleman), L plates, another veil, and rounds of pass the parcel. Plus lots of bottles of fizzy wine and two bottles of ACTUAL CHAMPAGNE, the empties of which are now proudly living room ornaments.

We drank the champagne, and played rounds pass the parcel. Pass the parcel as a child involved passing it as slowly as possible to win the prize. As an adult, it involves dares on each opening and flinging it around as quickly as possible! Highlights involved Tali taking a shot out of a condom (if you'd like to try this at YOUR party, kids, Tali advises using an unlubricated condom), Mum getting a lapdance, embarrassing truths and general hilarity.

Everyone then got changed into their costumes, and I was touched at the efforts that people made - we had costumes from every possible genre, modified boots, light-up TARDIS hats, spray-in hair dye, reflective tape, and oh I'm missing out on so many things but everyone looked AMAZING. I can't upload photos as I've lost Scrapbook, but there are photos here.

However, I had a Plan, and it involved going to a nice cocktail bar in Liverpool, so we headed out into the night. After a warm train journey and a freezing Liverpool, we were ready for a drink, only to be barred entry. "No fancy dress, no hen parties," we were informed. We tried to get into Reflex, which was the second destination. Not open yet.

ARGH. This represents my only regret of the evening (well, second, after Katie wasn't able to make it due to flu). We could have stayed in the flat! But no, it was not to be.

After a brief stop in an underground dancehall bar (no, really) where I berated myself and then drank a lot of vodka, Jo was very kind and ran to and from Reflex to find out when it was open. As soon as we knew it was, we headed in and the night was rescued!

For those that don't know Reflex, it's a cheesy 80's club, with a light-up floor, terrible drinks and a Delorean in the ceiling. We ended up staying there all night, enjoying the terrible music. I've lost track of how many songs we danced too, but it was brilliant, particularly as we got there early enough to colonise a sofa and chairs and make it our spot for the night. We drank terrible drinks out of ridiculously large glasses, and basically I had the BEST NIGHT EVER. Any plans to go anywhere else were thoroughly abandoned, despite men trying to come on to my mum (I threw ice cubes at their heads) and occasional twenty minute Meatloaf songs.

Also, my streak of celebrity death is continuing; Michael Jackson when I graduated, and Whitney Houston on my hen party. The DJ actually announced it, and the whole club found itself on smart phones looking up the news. That, ladies and gentlemen, is the WORLD OF TOMORROW. There is also currently a book open on who will die on my wedding day. Smart money on Status Quo or Cliff Richard.

People drifted away throughout the night, and eventually those of us left called it a night, heading back to the flat.

The next day, I woke up without a hangover (HURRAH) and we played the last two rounds of pass the parcel in between copious amounts of breakfast and leftover pizza. As I said, should have played them the night before but there we go!

It was a BRILLIANT, BRILLIANT night and I can only profusely thank everyone who made it, and helped out making things, and were generally awesome human beings. I am very sad it's over, but now photos are going up on facebook which brings me a large amount of joy.

In other news I am getting married in less than five weeks. Eeep.

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