I decided to write and let you know some details about the hen party I had last year in Blackpool.
It had a good beginning. My buddies had put this amazing night together, which had been kept secret mostly, so you can guess I was nervous trying to figure out what they would do to me!
As it turned out, nobody intended to take off all my clothes or bind me up with just my underwear on, but I was still skeptical. Since we are from Preston, it was not too long of a trip to go to Blackpool. We got together at the Washington in town (this is an excellent gathering area) and then the fun started. It took me hours to decide what to wear and eventually I chose my 'old faithful' little black dress, but my wonderful buddies had included all that was needed for trussing me up -- condoms, a veil, chocolate willies as well as other nasty things, such as a big vibrator that would cause even the most skilled woman to cry!
Men and women were giving us tons of attention as a result!
The night was a lot of fun; we went to every bar that we could find and we all got very drunk. I made a personal vow (to myself and to my future spouse) that I would not drink too much, so I could keep my sanity, but I didn't know the reason for my slurring speech or why my voice was becoming louder as I was telling my buddies about some nasty games, such as who can gather the most male underwear.
They really enjoyed it and demanded more.
We probably scared a lot of men in Blackpool when we hollered down the road like wild animals, jumping on any group of men we noticed and requesting their undergarments. Fortunately, most of them took it in a positive way and I believe we gathered approximately six pairs. Then my friend Hazel considered it to be comical to walk around with them on top of her head. YUCK!
After this, we traveled to Funny Girls and even though I was in bad shape to say the least, this was a very good show that I would definitely suggest that every hen out there go to in Blackpool when it is time for your night. With long legs that go up to their armpits, the women would die to have the great bodies of most of the men (artists).
In the end, we went to a Waterfront nightclub. By this time I was very drunk, so I requested a cup of Coke from my buddies, however I was not aware that all night long they were adding alcohol to my beverages so it wasn't any surprise that I was almost ready to fall over.
It didn't take long before a long line formed behind me in the ladies room while I barfed into the toilet. For the rest of the night we continued on, even though I felt badly and I certainly must have looked like s**t.
After I had stopped feeling so bad, all of us joined arms and, although drunk, we got on a mini bus homeward bound; however the night didn't end there. They had a little extra surprise planned for me, in the form of a stripper. My friends took me to one of their apartments to enjoy the show instead of taking me home.
The stripper had on a police officer's uniform and as we stepped off the mini bus, he came to me and stated, 'I think you are violating the peace laws.' I didn't believe this. We went inside and I got a steamy show! It was embarrassing, but we all laughed about it. I won't forget that night!
