Went to a hen’s night on the weekend.
Started the evening at 7pm.
Cocktails + wine + Japanese food + jazz.
Giggly girly chatter all night.
Divided into Horny Devils and Virgin Angels.
Played hen party games :
– Made toilet paper wedding dresses.
– Scribbled obscene images on the table cloths.
– Shared sex tips (most popular one involved Listerine + ice).
Moved on to a pub with live 80’s music and dancing.
(And drunken men who took off their clothes.)
Moved onto a night club.
Where young boys hit on us all night! Ha!
I was the responsible and sober one. That is, I didn’t have my head in the gutter by the end of the night (haha only kidding!) and I drove half the bridal party home. I got home at 4am!
Callum (9 months) woke up at 6am, and my husband (ah, bless him) woke up to attend to him for the whole morning.
It’s nice to know I have the energy to do these crazy stunts once in a while. And thank god for coffee.