My old friend Deborah is getting married. When we were closer, she said that she wanted to have a hen night in Ibiza. This was a perfect excuse for sun and darkrooms. Since I moved into my flat and David moved out from the flat that he, Deborah and her fiance Shawn lived in. Last night we were all out totally hammered. Julia who's Deborah's sister came out aswell. She gave me an update on the situation......
Debs had a rethink of what to do as she couldn't organise the holiday so was thinking of an alternative. Julia suggested a night out up North to maybe Inverness as there are tonnes of pubs and the hotel that she stayed in last time she went also offered spa treatments so the next day, we could chill out and have a jacuzzi and generally a pampering.
Debs however had a far superior plan. She wants to go to Clatty Pats (Cleopatras) a nightclub that attracts only the roughest trade - Desperate Housewives with hungry holes and sleazy kebab shop men looking for those hungry holes.
Debs wants to go there with pots and pans. This awful tradition should be stopped immediately. The next day Debs thinks we should all just head to a local sports centre and have a steam room there.
Julia was hilariously over dramatic last night recounting possibly the vilest plan I've ever heard. She did ask Debs if she could pass a gun so Julia could shoot herself in the foot right away. A classic!
Thursday, March 17, 2005
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