Been taking this seriously and mugging up the duties in my Dastardly Book. Like. Hold a Stag Party (that's what we call it this side of the big pee) Include all the Groom's Men. The book said "theme to an activity's the groom is specially partial too". Haaaaaaaaaa!! EasyPeasyLemonSqueezy. Music I put on here for Petey and Rosie was a pretty good clue. Paws a-tippy tapping yet? Catchy old tune...Haaa!! Anyways. Here's what I did. Got loads of balls me.
Hired a fancy pants streeeeeeeetch limo's (mainly to accommodate Mango ) to transport us boys.Hamish, BIL to be Alfie, Marvin, Jake, Mango, Joe, Eric. And The Groom. Petey.(You can bigger all the photo's)
Here we are at the Stag Party Location. Playing Leap Dog!!! Dogablogging. Wouldn't you know it? Petey won. There's a suprise. Then we ventured inside for ....
a little chow down in the restaurant. ZE SVEDISH MEAT BALLS. Ooooohaaaa!!!! Yummy. Scrummy. Then onto the main event. The Ikea BALLROOM!!!! Don't know how I do it. Touch of Eric Dastardly genius huh? Thinking of that. I mean. Who would want to party with the Stag's in my Royal Park????
Party Poopers. All of them. And crickey. More than a little furocious.....
But lookie how Petey's gob was totally stoppered by a big ball when he saw the BALLROOM. Unfortunately. Dogs. Kitties.Hammies. There were a couple of party glitches.
Mango somehow tangled his huge handsome self upsidey down in that pile of balls.Joe was the only witness to this unfortunate event. Ignored Mango's big ole leggeds completely. Thought he was practicing a new meditating position. Well that's what he yapped to me after. Though can't help thinking it could have something to do with Sophie mooning after Mango and their clandestine AFFAIR. But na. Joe's boat race looks the picture of innocence. Don'tcha think? (Last I heard Joe was thinking of giving Mango A DOUBLE STAINS Award after his upsidey down incident.Teeheeeee!!!)
Then those North of my Border boys. Marvin and Alfie. Hoots Toots. Soon sniffed their canny secret out. Sneaking in those humongeous X large Mango sized Scotch Eggies under their Tam O Shanters!!!
Uh. Ha. Clock old Hamish. He sneaked in more than something to eat. Bootlegged booze by the lookie of it. Now he's sound asleep. Pretending he's got jet wag. Haha. As if. He motored down!!!
And Petey. Insisted on his balls being painted Rosie coloured. (Thank dog he didn't want them tartan. Would of been a right old challenge eh Ma?) Word of advice Petey. Scrumptious Scotch Eggs taste a lot better than balls.
Jake and Joe were hollering and whooping after finding the balls of their beloved teams in the ball pit. Lucky dogs. After we all indulged in a new game of Non-Return Fetch we piled back in the limo....
and zoomed over to Soho where I'd laid on a bit of a do. To down a few drams of the hard stuff. Raise a few glasses of cheer to the happy couple. Seems Alfie, soon to be bro in law, can take his liquor. Look at the state of him!!! Disgraceful. Drank us all under the table.
But set my wig wagging to have a last bit of bonding time with my best buddy before we presented him with his wedding gift.
A pair of TENNIS BALL chairs (go check 'em out!) for him and his soon to be trouble and strife. Teeheee!! I mean Wife. The lovely Miss Rosie Posie. Those chairs 'll look wicked in their new house. If they can get them in. Cos I've arranged a little surprise for the happy couple on return from their moneyhoon.
Filled up their wee house with balls.Like the Ikea Ball Room. Sure to make them happy ever after. Wig wagging you my best Wedding Wishes Rosie and Petey!!!
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