Monday, July 05, 2004
I've just spent the last half hour filling out my Blogger profile. Why? I have no idea. Something mindlessly easy to do, I suppose. I have discovered a few things: 1) I'm incredibly boring - I couldn't even think of an interesting screen name for myself and 2) no one else on Blogger has "Selfridges" as an interest - is the rest of the world so naive?.
But now I'm out there letting the entire world know that I'm a Virgo (right) and one of my favourite movies is South Park the Movie. I'm sure to elicit some sort of response.
So, the "hen" weekend in three words.... productive, sophisticated, sleepless. Productive because Jo and I sorted out a number of little details concerning travel etc, sophisticated because we visited establishments such as the Harvey Nick's bar and La Petite Blanc, and sleepless because I was rudely awakened at 3:30 AM on Sunday morning by a worse-for-wear fiancé.
Before anyone jumps to conclusions HE IS OK NOW. He was a bit, well, "slasher movie" on Sunday morning and required a early morning field trip to A & E. I can now amend my previous list of times-I-cry to include "when my fiancé comes home covered in blood with a footprint on the side of his head." Didn't react well AT ALL. Luckily cooler heads prevailed and Jo was her normal (and required) calming influence. If she does half as well in the week running up to the wedding she'll be up for the title of super-maid-of-honour. Fitting as she always aspired to be a superhero (Wonder Woman!).
While I don't know what-exactly-happened, I do know that there were was an unprovoked attack from some over-zealous bouncers (G just isn't the scrap-outside-a-nightclub type). Problem is, I'm not from 'round these parts and don't know what to do about it. I think the nightclub bouncers are completely to blame but Fridays (ok, lets name and shame - Fridays Nightclub, Northenden, Cheshire - don't go there, it's rough and bouncers will beat you - spread the word) seem to think otherwise and refused to release the CC TV footage and "recommended" to Giles and his brother they don't involve the police.
So I am now the proud owner of a rather bruised and slightly bloody fiancé who will hopefully be healed by the wedding. Ironic since I was concerned about someone shaving his eyebrow. Of course, Giles is more concerned about explaining the entire thing to his mother this coming Sunday.
The rest of the weekend was quite calm and respectable (as boys were not heavily involved). A bit of shopping and money spending on Friday, party organisation and socialising on Saturday, and unmovable stupor on Sunday which has lasted until about... 15 minutes ago. The stupor was so bad that Jo and I actually sat and watched the tennis. Great sport to play; hypnotically boring to watch. We finally escaped out to a movie while the Euro 2004 Final (thank god its finally over) was on - Fahrenheit 9/11 is an excellent movie. While I won't go into politics, it raised some very interesting points.
Primarily, the George W is an idiot.
Moving quickly back to the wedding. Its all coming a bit fast and furious now. G and I are starting to scamper about attempting to sort out last minute details - whose looking after the house, purchasing various items of clothing, last minute grooming (soooo looking forward to the waxing appointment), and CD manufacture. We've decided to burn our own cd's for the last half of the reception which will either go VERY WELL or VERY BADLY. I've been a selfless wifey-to-be and let him pack the line-up with mostly 80's tunes, with only the occasional nod to my tastes - Van Morrison (Brown Eyed Girl), Oasis, Spice Girls.
Mom is still surprising G and I with details of the wedding - the latest is the candle lighting ceremony. Never spoke to anyone about it, but we obviously NEED to have one. I'm going to need week to study the choreography of this wedding.
G is now sniffing about looking a bit ignored and forlorn - my queue to wrap it up. And I have to go to work and THE GYM tomorrow. Which is worse: 7.5 hours at work or 5 minutes on the rower? I'll leave you to ponder.
But now I'm out there letting the entire world know that I'm a Virgo (right) and one of my favourite movies is South Park the Movie. I'm sure to elicit some sort of response.
So, the "hen" weekend in three words.... productive, sophisticated, sleepless. Productive because Jo and I sorted out a number of little details concerning travel etc, sophisticated because we visited establishments such as the Harvey Nick's bar and La Petite Blanc, and sleepless because I was rudely awakened at 3:30 AM on Sunday morning by a worse-for-wear fiancé.
Before anyone jumps to conclusions HE IS OK NOW. He was a bit, well, "slasher movie" on Sunday morning and required a early morning field trip to A & E. I can now amend my previous list of times-I-cry to include "when my fiancé comes home covered in blood with a footprint on the side of his head." Didn't react well AT ALL. Luckily cooler heads prevailed and Jo was her normal (and required) calming influence. If she does half as well in the week running up to the wedding she'll be up for the title of super-maid-of-honour. Fitting as she always aspired to be a superhero (Wonder Woman!).
While I don't know what-exactly-happened, I do know that there were was an unprovoked attack from some over-zealous bouncers (G just isn't the scrap-outside-a-nightclub type). Problem is, I'm not from 'round these parts and don't know what to do about it. I think the nightclub bouncers are completely to blame but Fridays (ok, lets name and shame - Fridays Nightclub, Northenden, Cheshire - don't go there, it's rough and bouncers will beat you - spread the word) seem to think otherwise and refused to release the CC TV footage and "recommended" to Giles and his brother they don't involve the police.
So I am now the proud owner of a rather bruised and slightly bloody fiancé who will hopefully be healed by the wedding. Ironic since I was concerned about someone shaving his eyebrow. Of course, Giles is more concerned about explaining the entire thing to his mother this coming Sunday.
The rest of the weekend was quite calm and respectable (as boys were not heavily involved). A bit of shopping and money spending on Friday, party organisation and socialising on Saturday, and unmovable stupor on Sunday which has lasted until about... 15 minutes ago. The stupor was so bad that Jo and I actually sat and watched the tennis. Great sport to play; hypnotically boring to watch. We finally escaped out to a movie while the Euro 2004 Final (thank god its finally over) was on - Fahrenheit 9/11 is an excellent movie. While I won't go into politics, it raised some very interesting points.
Primarily, the George W is an idiot.
Moving quickly back to the wedding. Its all coming a bit fast and furious now. G and I are starting to scamper about attempting to sort out last minute details - whose looking after the house, purchasing various items of clothing, last minute grooming (soooo looking forward to the waxing appointment), and CD manufacture. We've decided to burn our own cd's for the last half of the reception which will either go VERY WELL or VERY BADLY. I've been a selfless wifey-to-be and let him pack the line-up with mostly 80's tunes, with only the occasional nod to my tastes - Van Morrison (Brown Eyed Girl), Oasis, Spice Girls.
Mom is still surprising G and I with details of the wedding - the latest is the candle lighting ceremony. Never spoke to anyone about it, but we obviously NEED to have one. I'm going to need week to study the choreography of this wedding.
G is now sniffing about looking a bit ignored and forlorn - my queue to wrap it up. And I have to go to work and THE GYM tomorrow. Which is worse: 7.5 hours at work or 5 minutes on the rower? I'll leave you to ponder.
