Fancy Dress for the Love of Choppy

3 Oct

Fancy dress. You either love it or hate it, don’t you? But whether you fall into the former or the latter, the chances are that at one point in your life you will love someone enough to don the outfit and go out for the night looking like a prat. I’m the sort of person that always forgets to sort anything out, and ends up with a half hearted fancy dress outfit. But you cant be committed with Chop around, so this year I was determined to put in the effort….

I love my friend Choppy enough to do this. A few years ago the theme was cowboys and Indians, and this year the theme was uniforms. So in true all aboard the birthday bus tradition, we donned out outfits and hit the town. I had intended to go as an airhostess, and had duly gone and purchased the outfit. Obviously the cheapest place was Ann Summers, so hilariously the very short dress came with a pair of pants that said ‘shagging crew’. Totally necessary. It also came with a hat too small for my head, so in true idiot fashion I spent the night before we went out (once the boys had gone home from our takeaway night, obviously) dancing round the house in my pjs singing “robin hood robin hood riding through the glen” while galloping on my pretend noble steed, to my housemate who found the whole thing hilarious and agreed that there was no need for a hat so small and no I did not have a freakishly large head.

The next day my other housemate came home with her nurses outfit, and we concluded that she looked better in red, I looked better in white (angelic) and we should swap. So Emmie and I went as nurses, complete with stethoscopes which I gather isn’t totally correct, and Mel went as an airhostess. She declined to wear the rather attractive pants though.

What is it about girls in fancy dress that turns men into jabbering wrecks? We went to the pub of doom (please do go back and read my post dedicated to this glorious place, it’s worth it) where some man pointed to my boobs and informed them they were boobs (well done!! Quelle surprise!) and we all felt suitably uncomfortable. I had a few texts from male friends at our expense “you and Emma are dressed as what? I wish I was in the area tonight. I hope no one asks you for medical advice. God help them!” and “are you guys still dressed up? We are definitely coming. Stay dressed up. ARE THERE PHOTOS?”

(Chop, Me, Mel and Emma)

The town centre was far more amusing. My dear friend Choppy had gone as a police officer and she had a plastic truncheon to complete the look. The more she had to drink, the more she (and we) found it more amusing as she beat passers-by. When you hit someone with it, it squeaked. The problem was you had to hit said person fairly hard to produce a noise, so I’m sure there were a ton of people waking up on Sunday with unexplainable bruises all over them. Luckily it was mainly men she was attacking and they all seemed quite game. My right bum cheek is particularly sore where she caught me by surprise a fair few times.

My favourite exchange with drunk man was when we had got to the sweaty club of choice, complete with cheese smell and a man came over to me and asked if I was a medical professional. “No” I replied “I don’t think medical professionals are actually allowed to go out dressed up in their uniforms. I think it’s inappropriate.” “Oh” he said “can you try my heartbeat anyway?” absolutely not. Someone pass me the tequila and get me out of here!

We all went home pretty early, putting the birthday girl to bed with water and a duvet, and woke up the next morning to pour over the photos. Which were basically a whole load of terrible shots with the odd image of a load of people who we had never met before. Standard.

I went home, showered and got back into bed for a few hours, waking up to hear my housemate calling from the door “look who I found in the garden!” and two seconds later being bundled by a friend or ours. A hazy half asleep memory from that morning was recalled, he had phoned and asked what we were doing that day, I had replied with a sleepy “having a picnic”…. Three hours later and they were on our doorstep. Nothing like a surprise visit, or as he put it, a ‘struggle snuggle’.

So twelve months will go by and we will remember with fondness that time we dressed up uniforms, and embrace it again next year for Charlotte’s birthday, because we love her. If she doesn’t talk us into Halloween or Santa’s at Christmas that is…..


17 Responses to “Fancy Dress for the Love of Choppy”

  1. Alisha October 3, 2011 at 4:21 pm #

    This post makes me miss my early 20s. Also, you’re all adorable in your costumes.

    • tinkerbelle86 October 4, 2011 at 4:49 pm #

      love you forever for calling me early twenties 🙂

  2. thoughtsappear October 3, 2011 at 4:41 pm #

    I love the costumes!

  3. livinglearningeating October 3, 2011 at 5:07 pm #

    I love fancy dress and Britishisms 🙂

  4. Jason October 3, 2011 at 6:13 pm #

    How inappropriate am I allowed to be here? Once, one of my friends went as a cross dressing old lady, complete with a large men’s body part that hung out the bottom of the dress. He kept hitting people with it all night, it was hilarious.

  5. zendictive October 3, 2011 at 6:37 pm #

    Howllllll-oween cometh soon (!_!) (grinin)

    • tinkerbelle86 October 5, 2011 at 9:55 am #

      good god. i think the plan is to have a party.

  6. prenin October 3, 2011 at 10:38 pm #

    Sounds like a good night! 🙂

    Hope the bruises fade soon!!! LoL!!!

    Love and squishy hugs!


  7. Tori Nelson October 3, 2011 at 10:42 pm #

    I was always the girl in the funny but totally frumpy outfit. Dressing like a tampon is not even a little bit cute, but you girls look sassy!

    • tinkerbelle86 October 4, 2011 at 4:50 pm #

      hahah Tori that sounds like my sister. she went to a superheroes party in a all in one boiler suit with plates on her head ad Dangermouse. and it was BY FAR the best outfit!

  8. gojulesgo October 3, 2011 at 10:50 pm #

    Ha! I was hoping to find out more about this air hostess costume after your tweet last week! That was a hoot, and you gals look marvelous!

  9. An Observant Mind October 4, 2011 at 1:38 am #

    I loved this post! Reminded my of my youth! I’m 37 now, so these kinds of evenings are far and few between, but not forever banished. These kinds of ‘dress up’ parties are best left to a private residence after age 30, mostly to save the viewing public from the horror 🙂 Sounds like a fab night, and one you’ll be wistfully retelling the story of in a decade or two! 🙂

  10. Nina October 4, 2011 at 5:15 am #

    I love your costumes! They’re super cute.
    I love getting dressed up in costumes, though at times it can get annoying if you put too much pressure on needing a good costume, especially if it costs too much. I’m going to a vampire ball this weekend where you’re expected to dress up very elaborately and I’ve been scratching my head all week trying to figure out how to make a decent looking outfit without spending a fortune.
    But in the end, I think the pictures you take make dressing up seem worth it.

  11. egills October 4, 2011 at 11:55 am #

    Oh I love fancy dress.. sounds like a great night, shame it takes me so long to get over them now.

  12. Team Oyeniyi October 5, 2011 at 10:46 am #

    HATE fancy dress, but LOVE the story of the drunk wanting you to check his heartbeat!

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