Friday, 6 January 2012
I feel the need to share my terror with someone. Lucky you, eh?
Tonight, I am going to one of those murder mystery dinner/party things. Set in 1960s Soho. Involving the mafia. It sounds fun, in theory, doesn't it? Even I think it sounds fun, in theory, but the reality is I am bleedin' terrified.
It's hosted by a friend of my boyfriend's mum, and was originally just a party, which sounded great, but then they had this bright idea. I do really want to go, but can I not just hide in the corner in a pretty dress and make people cocktails while they do this whole murder mystery thing? Apparently not. Without me there won't be enough people, so I have to bite the bullet and attempt to do this whole improv/acting thing. The boyfriend does not understand, because, being an actor, this is heaven to him. I, however, do not do improv. Just no. The thought makes me want to cry. And noone will pander to me because they keep bringing up my Drama A-Level. NOT THE SAME.
At least he's tried to pick me the character that gets to wear a cocktail dress. He's done his best to make me as comfortable and happy as I could be, poor love.
This isn't even coherent, I am that worried about tonight. I am going to embarrass myself to death, I just know I am. Have any of you ever done one of these things and can put my mind at rest? Tell me I'm going to love it and have the best time ever? Ta.
I'm going to have a fantastic time. I will try my best and it will be awesome.
I need a cup of tea.