Nathmas

So…silly season is upon us and I quite literally have something planned for every single night until January 5th….that’s not to say that I can’t be persuaded to change my plans, should any of the hot young men amongst you need a date for your Christmas party…or hot old men…I’m not fussy. I’m pretty excited about it all and also a little bit nervous…I seem to have stopped having hangovers (famous last words), but I’m quite sure the damage is being done elsewhere..

I’m also a little bit concerned about the capacity of my wardrobe, in terms of catering for so many nights out. I mean, I could wear the same outfit more than once, but the constant stream of photos on Facebook which seem to document every Havana and lemonade that passes my lips and which dress I was wearing whilst drinking it, means that I am in danger of being seen wearing the same dress twice…or…three times… I can’t do that (unless it’s whilst looking at myself in the mirror after my 8th H&L).

Needless to say, all of the nights out I’m about to have pale into insignificance in comparison to THE Christmas night out of the season. I am of course referring to Urban Elite’s Limited Edition Christmas Party on 27th December. After much umming and ahhing over what their theme might be (and a series of stupid suggestions from me), the Urban Elite boys decided that no theme was in fact required, since you all know what Christmas is about….having fun, getting a bit squiffy and going dancing. It’s also Nathan’s birthday on the 27th…which is pretty much akin to a certain ‘son of God’s’ birthday in Nathan’s eyes and therefore provides a theme in itself. In fact, may I suggest my own theme, in parallel to the non-theme that the boys are running with: ‘Nathmas’.

‘Nathmas’ is a celebration of all things Nathan. For those of you who aren’t familiar with my fantastic friend, this will involve dressing like David Beckham (without that weird scraggly hand-bag of a wife), admiring the ladies and complimenting them on their ‘qualities’ (preferably without a hint of sarcasm in your voice) and being awesome at football. As I recently said when writing his ‘mysinglefriend.com’ profile, he is simultaneously the man that your Mum wants you to marry and the boy that your Dad warns you about… And I meant it. I keep having to explain to my Mum that if I actually go out with Nathan, then we won’t be able to tell each other all of our dirty secrets anymore. And I might have to shave my legs. So I will see you all on the 27th…if not before. I expect all of you boys to arrive with a Mohican, a top cut to accentuate your guns and a winning smile. And ladies…it’s Nathan’s birthday…you know what to do…


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