I wanted to give you the details regarding the hen party that my friends threw for me in Blackpool last year.
It began well. My friends had planned this spectacular evening but had not shared their plans with me, so as you might guess, I was a nervous wreck trying to imagine what was in store for me!
Actually, there had not been any plans to remove all my clothes and bind me with only my underwear to spare my modesty, but I was still leery. I should tell you that we are from Preston, so Blackpool is not very far from us. We all met in town at the Washington, which is a wonderful meeting place, and that is when the fun started. After spending hours in front of my closet deciding on my outfit, I had chosen my 'safe' little black dress, but all my efforts went to waste; my thoughtful friends had brought along a variety of accessories for me, including condoms, a veil, and various other risqué accoutrements, including an enormous vibrator that would bring tears to the eyes of even an extremely experienced woman!!
But I must say that it garnered us scads of attention from women as well as men!
From then on, the night went quite well, and we must have visited every possible pub; we were all getting quite drunk. I had vowed that I would not overdo things so that I would not lose control, but much to my surprise, my speech became increasingly slurred, I became very loud and began suggesting risqué games to my friends, such as who could gather the most pairs of underwear from the men!!
They thought it was great fun and egged me on.
Half the men in Blackpool must have been scared to death as we cavorted along the road like wild women, attacking any group of men we came across and requesting their underwear. Fortunately, most of them were good sports about it and I believe we gathered 5 or 6 pairs; my friend Hazel thought it would be fun to wear them on her head. Yuck!
Funny Girls was our next stop and, even though I was three sheets to the wind, the show was spectacular. I heartily recommend it to any of you hens if you visit Blackpool on your night. The majority of the male artists in that place have the most gorgeous bodies, with legs that seemed to extend to their armpits!
At last we wound up in the Waterfront nightclub; I was so inebriated that I requested a Coke. Little did I know that my friends had been spiking my drinks the whole night long; no wonder I could hardly stand up.
Before I knew it, I was barfing into the toilet while the line of women waiting in the ladies room grew longer. I'm sure I looked (and felt) terrible, but we still continued partying for the rest of the evening.
When I finally felt a bit better, we linked arms and staggered to the mini bus, which was supposed to take us home; however, the festivities were not yet complete. Rather than heading home, they took me to the apartment of one of my friends where a surprise awaited me...it was a stripper!
He wore a policeman's uniform and, as we got off the mini bus, he came up to me and said, 'I believe, madam, that you have been disturbing the peace?' I was stunned. We went inside and he performed an extremely sexy show. I was terribly embarrassed, but we all had a wonderful time. It was definitely a night that I will remember for a long time!
