Okay, okay - so My First Hens Night didn't go as badly as I thought it would.
*dreamy swirly flashback effect to 2 years go*
Back when Mrs-Batman-To-Be was just Batman's GF, we were fairly close. Her Batman and my bf at the time were in a Famous Five type gang of five - mates who did everything together. Being from an All Boys School, they were a very 'tight knit' group. Every social gathering included all famous five as well as their fabulous gfs - the two most fabulous bein Batman's GF and Yours Truly. As a result of this, we spent a lot of time squatting in the corners at parties, sloshing cruisers and champers, bitching about the other 'fabs' and our primary school arch-nemesis, laughing at our clever innuendos and making boob jokes. We would spend time talking about loves, holidays, dreams, pasts, presents and futures...
*swirly flashback reverses to now*
These days, well... I don't quite know how to describe it...
Imagine making a flat bread pizza - start with something basic and plain and top it layer by layer with beautiful and tasty treats. Lovingly swirl on the sauce, giggle at the knobs of boccocini and daintily garnish it with garlic and oregano. Take a step back and admire your artistry and awesomeness - marvel at how delectable it is yet to be - pick it up and turn to face the oven - then trip on your bloody shoelace.
Look at all the mess on the floor.
Look up at the mess on the roof.
Look round you at the mess on the walls, in the second drawer and in the gap beside the fridge.
And look at how you are left holding something basic, plain and messy, but with potential for rescue...
It's kinda like that =o)
I just can't wait for all the stress, business and excuses to be over and done with so we can sit back with some breezers and talk about boobs again...
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