So last night I ran a gay stag night
I must admit, that's not something I ever truly expected to type when I was younger. Coming from the typical small-town Irish background, I had a lot of preconceptions about how my life once I left for college would turn out and I have to admit, I am so very glad I was wrong.
Ed and Glen, my South African flatmates, get married tomorrow. I have the honour of being Best Man, though there has been some argument with Paula over the title Maid of Honour so I believe we're officially 'Best People'. We managed to put together a good stag night for the boys - a little bit of pub-crawl, a dash of treasure-hunt, and a healthy dollop of embarrass-yourself-in-front-of-strangers. It seemed to go down pretty well with both the stags and the two teams they lead in a tour of Covent Garden and Soho. The boys were each given dowry bags at the start of the night which they had to fill with a shopping list of items from shot glasses through to waxing strips that had been used on a stranger. Condoms from strangers (including one cocky bloke who was carrying three in his wallet), ice-sculptures that can only be described as both outrageous and surprisingly anatomically accurate, french maid costumes and a decidedly disturbing amount of sex toys all made for a very good night out.
In the end, team Ed (managed/judged/ordered about by me :) won fairly comprehensively though I think I was just quite happy that everyone was still alive, having fun and more importantly all made it to the final location where both teams met.
I'm just about recovered now and looking forward to the wedding tomorrow. I would like to go into a rant here about how long it has taken to get them this far, and even more about the ridiculous restrictions and time limits still in place for same-sex couples wishing to formalise their relationship in the eyes of the law. But this is not really the time - I'm just too happy for them.
Ed and Glen, my South African flatmates, get married tomorrow. I have the honour of being Best Man, though there has been some argument with Paula over the title Maid of Honour so I believe we're officially 'Best People'. We managed to put together a good stag night for the boys - a little bit of pub-crawl, a dash of treasure-hunt, and a healthy dollop of embarrass-yourself-in-front-of-strangers. It seemed to go down pretty well with both the stags and the two teams they lead in a tour of Covent Garden and Soho. The boys were each given dowry bags at the start of the night which they had to fill with a shopping list of items from shot glasses through to waxing strips that had been used on a stranger. Condoms from strangers (including one cocky bloke who was carrying three in his wallet), ice-sculptures that can only be described as both outrageous and surprisingly anatomically accurate, french maid costumes and a decidedly disturbing amount of sex toys all made for a very good night out.
In the end, team Ed (managed/judged/ordered about by me :) won fairly comprehensively though I think I was just quite happy that everyone was still alive, having fun and more importantly all made it to the final location where both teams met.
I'm just about recovered now and looking forward to the wedding tomorrow. I would like to go into a rant here about how long it has taken to get them this far, and even more about the ridiculous restrictions and time limits still in place for same-sex couples wishing to formalise their relationship in the eyes of the law. But this is not really the time - I'm just too happy for them.