Thursday, 13 January 2011

What goes on tour and all that



It was always going to happen, but now it is, I am nervous. Yup, my fiance is plotting his stag do. And the stag collective have decided to terrorise enjoy a few drinks in Edinburgh for a weekend.

And I know it's obvious, I know it's a cliche to worry that your husband-to-be is going to get his eyebrows shaved or something. But I can't help it. I mean boys are daft when they get together aren't they?

But actually, it's not really that I'm scared of him being cling-filmed naked to a lampost. Or that he'll be plonked on a train in his sleep with a one way ticket to the Outer Hebrides. And I'm not even worried that he'll be so drunk he'll wake up in the penguin enclosure of a zoo. He's an adult, he can deal with all of that I'm sure.

No, what concerns me, is that one of his mates has mentioned there's an indoor snowboarding/dry ski slope type of place not too far from Edinburgh. And him and his mates all love that sort of thing. They are the sort of lads who think nothing of donning a wet suit and skipping into the sea with their surfboards, no matter what the season or weather conditions. And in his younger days, my fiance used to be a skateboarder. Naturally, eyes lit up when he heard about the possibility of a bit of snowboarding.

So. If they decide to go all alpha male and take the stag weekend to the slopes, fake or otherwise, what concerns me are the inevitable activity-related injuries. Mainly a broken leg. It'll no longer be a wedding in wellies. It'll be a wedding on crutches. Oh crikey, I don't want to think about it...

1 comment:

  1. Maybe start worrying about your own.....!

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