The Bride2Be : Part #2

There are just far too many funny pictures that I wanted to use for today; but I think this one tickles me the most. Look at my cheeky broads mucking about in a run down carpark in Hazel Grove, having just skidded their way around a teeny rollerskating disco with the under fifteens, hungover as hell the morning after and dressed up to heroic lengths in fifties attire.

Meanwhile the rest of the Great Women of the Weekend were creating the most stunning spread of delicately assembled high tea trinkets of rippling extents for The Bride and all her skating queens to come and devour. With more bubbles and brownies and scones and three tiered cakes than we could possibly even contemplate approaching, we fed ourselves deep into the lightening afternoon equipping ourselves with generous energy enhancing portions to sustain another long night ahead.

We did some more writhing about in an ever murkying hot tub + made our sweet way into the big city for some sort of night out on the town. We watched The Apples play their glowing gyrating jazz and funk live on stage + hit the bar for a good few bombs to swirl us away and into the disco lights. We couldn't watch Craig Charles gurn and sweat his way through his miming set for that long so instead retreated to our own balcony to writhe around in our sweet elated state for the rest of the night.