The Grown Up Debs 2011

  

So... Eh... What are you doing on Saturday? D'you wanna go to the debs?

My debs was shit. It was in the Killiney Court Hotel, and everyone got absolutely hammered. The music was awful, the food was just about edible and my date was awkward. I was strictly into girls at the time, but it being 90's Dublin, I had to bring a male friend. A friend who decided to try and get into my knickers, was brushed off but told everyone he had succeeded nonetheless. A girl who had made her own dress got blind drunk, sat in the middle of the dance floor, legs akimbo to reveal her reluctance to wear underwear. It was uncomfortable. Then the 'unsavoury' element in my class ran through the corridors tearing down paintings etc. from the walls. The only light-hearted moment of the evening for me, was the Dart home where Big Wayne shouted "Whoop! The night train" every time we came to a stop. I think he's in Mountjoy now. 

It looks as though I have a shot at a 'do-over' this Saturday, 8th of October. The Gresham Hotel will open its doors to anyone who would like to get all dolled up and silly and dance like a tit to their all-time favourite debs tunes. You can relive fond memories, or like me try and forge some fun debs memories all while raising money for Action Breast Cancer. Tickets are 50 quid, that'll buy you a four course meal champagne reception, late bar and a chance to win some stuff, with raffles and spot prizes on the night. It's open to ALL vintages, some wearing their original gúnas (if they fit into them - ahem), some sporting lovely new frocks.

So get tickets and bring a girl, bring a bloke, bring a transgendered person, maybe indulge in a little cross dressing yourself, just make sure to bring the style. Tickets and information available from the website. Share your debs stories on their facebook page... but keep it (reasonably) clean!