This is the final Blog Every Day in May prompt.
I've enjoyed this challenge, it has forced me to write every (or at least most) days, which was my aim in taking part. I enjoy writing, but needed to kick my practice in the rear and write more, and this has been achieved. Hooray! I found that I shared more of myself than I normally do, and I'm not sure if this is a bad thing. If you did the challenge, did you find this too? How did you feel about it? There are a few prompts that I missed writing about, because they just didn't seem appealing to me. They where;
Day 17 - a favourite photo of myself. Truthfully, I do not have one. Yes, send me to therapy if you like, I'm just being honest.
Day 18 - Dig deep and tell a story from my childhood. Sorry to vague-blog here, but no way.
Day 22 - Rant about something. I'm trying hard not to rant so much these days, so no thanks.
Day 25 - Something someone told me once about myself. I honestly cannot remember - either I took it on board, I've heard it before, or I thought they where deluded. Nothing sticks in my mind about this.
Day 27 - A letter to my readers. This one needs to be done, but it will have to wait until next month.
Day 28 - Only pictures. I do this most Wednesdays over at Wordless Wednesday, so I didn't see the point of a double up.
Which brings me to today....
For some reason I've spoken about this memory at least 3 times in the last week, so I better purge it here once and for all. Gather close, I want to tell you about my sister's hens night.
Steady on! No talking out of school here - what happens in the karaoke/retro nightclub/comedy club/harbour cruise can stay there. (Lots of laughing and drinking, mostly) This story is not too raunchy, and I will try not to swear for a change. There are no tigers in the bathroom, and no one woke up missing a tooth. That I know of.
The Broide had organised a very swanky hotel room for her and the bridesmaids to stay in overnight, and we met all of the other hen's party goers there for pre karaoke/retro nightclub/comedy club/harbour cruise cocktails. The matron of honour produced a game called 'Pin the Penis on the Model'. This was a large poster of some buff guy to stick on the wall, and we all selected a cardboard penis to stick on him - mine was zebra print, about 12" long, and curved. It was a fun game, we finished our cocktails, stuck our penises on the side of our hand bags and headed off into Sydney's nightlife, where we had an awesome and very fun night. Our penises fell off somewhere along the way, and we hardly noticed.
About 4am (it was a loooooong night) a few die hards including myself and the broide where doing that particular drunken oh-my-god-these-shoes-are-brutal seedy stagger back to the hotel, when another bridesmaid spotted my penis, lying on the road. It had been run over so many times it's zebra print was practically worn off, but I would have recognized it anywhere. I shrieked with excitement, and held it high in both hands, just like wise old Rafiki from the Lion King. I probably looked a bit similar, too, I'm sure my make up was a tragic mess by that stage.
MY PENIS!!!!!! I shouted to the pre dawn sky, to much hilarious laughter.
xx
I've enjoyed this challenge, it has forced me to write every (or at least most) days, which was my aim in taking part. I enjoy writing, but needed to kick my practice in the rear and write more, and this has been achieved. Hooray! I found that I shared more of myself than I normally do, and I'm not sure if this is a bad thing. If you did the challenge, did you find this too? How did you feel about it? There are a few prompts that I missed writing about, because they just didn't seem appealing to me. They where;
Day 17 - a favourite photo of myself. Truthfully, I do not have one. Yes, send me to therapy if you like, I'm just being honest.
Day 18 - Dig deep and tell a story from my childhood. Sorry to vague-blog here, but no way.
Day 22 - Rant about something. I'm trying hard not to rant so much these days, so no thanks.
Day 25 - Something someone told me once about myself. I honestly cannot remember - either I took it on board, I've heard it before, or I thought they where deluded. Nothing sticks in my mind about this.
Day 27 - A letter to my readers. This one needs to be done, but it will have to wait until next month.
Day 28 - Only pictures. I do this most Wednesdays over at Wordless Wednesday, so I didn't see the point of a double up.
Which brings me to today....
Day 31 - A Vivid Memory.
Steady on! No talking out of school here - what happens in the karaoke/retro nightclub/comedy club/harbour cruise can stay there. (Lots of laughing and drinking, mostly) This story is not too raunchy, and I will try not to swear for a change. There are no tigers in the bathroom, and no one woke up missing a tooth. That I know of.
The Broide had organised a very swanky hotel room for her and the bridesmaids to stay in overnight, and we met all of the other hen's party goers there for pre karaoke/retro nightclub/comedy club/harbour cruise cocktails. The matron of honour produced a game called 'Pin the Penis on the Model'. This was a large poster of some buff guy to stick on the wall, and we all selected a cardboard penis to stick on him - mine was zebra print, about 12" long, and curved. It was a fun game, we finished our cocktails, stuck our penises on the side of our hand bags and headed off into Sydney's nightlife, where we had an awesome and very fun night. Our penises fell off somewhere along the way, and we hardly noticed.
About 4am (it was a loooooong night) a few die hards including myself and the broide where doing that particular drunken oh-my-god-these-shoes-are-brutal seedy stagger back to the hotel, when another bridesmaid spotted my penis, lying on the road. It had been run over so many times it's zebra print was practically worn off, but I would have recognized it anywhere. I shrieked with excitement, and held it high in both hands, just like wise old Rafiki from the Lion King. I probably looked a bit similar, too, I'm sure my make up was a tragic mess by that stage.
MY PENIS!!!!!! I shouted to the pre dawn sky, to much hilarious laughter.
xx
