Counting the Hen
5 weeks to go til D-Day.
Not that I’m counting or anything.
Everyone else around me seems to be counting for me. I have lost count of how many people over the last week have asked me- how many weeks to go then???
People then ask me if I’m nervous (no) and then scared (no). Some of them say there is still time to back out (no).
Its as if people want me to be nervous about the whole thing (I’m not okay?!) and are a bit purplexed that I’m not nervous.
Its as if they want me to break down in front of them, shaking and through copious tears, beg them for help.
I’M NOT NERVOUS OKAY??
I AM nervous, however, about this weekend.
My hen party. (Bachelorette party for all you American gals)
My sisters are arranging it. All I was required to do was hand them a list of names and contact details.
I got told off, by both sisters, seperately, for contacting people to see if they were free that night. So I retreated into knowing nothing.
However, most of my friends have let slip where we are going. Aha!! Then another friend who isn’t going on the hen (she’s getting married very soon after me, she’s enough things to be doing) suggested that perhaps they were all leading me astray and we were in fact going to another destination….
Who knows then?! I’ll fill you in on Sunday….or maybe Monday depending how the head is holding up on Sunday.
One of my sisters said to me the other day, I know that you don’t want to go to a pub and go dancing (???????Show me the beer and the dancefloor people, !!!) so I had to set her straight on that. I had said that I wanted to do something a little different, thats all. I don’t recall ever saying anything about not having some drink and some dancing…((shiver))
So now I’m quite nervous….
I do know there are no strippers involved. Thats a relief. Phew. Thank God for that. Don’t know what I would have done with one.
April 28th, 2008 at 2:09 pm
Hope you had a fabulous hen weekend, so when do you become Mrs Tangelled then?