Sister in law’s hen’s night tonight. First up on the agenda : Pole dancing. Given the option, I would have skipped it, because it all sounded really cheesey. But it was a hen’s night so…

The plan was : Everyone meets at the hen’s place, then share a cab to the pole dancing studio. However, her place is really far away. And I live closer to the studio, so I drove directly there. Besides, I always prefer driving at night. I don’t drink much. And I hate being stuck in the city, in the cold, amidst drunken juveniles, waiting for a cab at 2 in the morning.

I rush over to the studio, thinking I was late. Music was pumping. I was the only one there. I engaged in some polite chit chat with our instructor (the owner). She was gorgeous! Tall, stunning, leggy, busty and really fit. Time passes. She shows me around her studio. Her amazing shoe collection. Her rack of dancing clothes and costumes. She pulls out a little policewoman “number” and insists I’d look great in it. Rightio.

More time passes. I start asking her about her business. How’s it going. How long has it been running. Her dancing career. Her workout routine. I get a phone call. The hen’s party is running late! They can’t get a cab. They’re going to be 30 minutes late.

We crack open the champagne and continue talking, chatting, giggling and sharing life stories like two girls on a coffee date. She was so lovely to talk to! Then she suggested she show me a few moves while we wait. So begins my private one and one pole dancing lessons. Haha!

I got the hang of it really quick. But it was hard work. All that spinning and lifting. I have new found respect for pole dancers. No wonder her muscles were so defined. Like a circus acrobat. She also said I was really good for a first timer! Haha!

She showed me some of her more complicated stuff – where she tossed her legs over her head, hung upside down and swung around the pole whilst only holding on with her knees or something like that. It was most impressive.

I had to call for a break. I was really dizzy! So we giggled, posed and took photos of each other instead. Anyway. Eventually. It turned out that the hen’s party were STILL waiting for a cab, and they weren’t going to make it after all. I had to meet them at their next destination, 45 minutes from now. Ugh.

I felt really bad for the instructor, and tried to pay for my lesson. She wouldn’t let me. I thanked her, grabbed a few flyers and left.

Next up : Pubbing and clubbing till late. The rest of the night was all fun and crazy. I had a good time. Not much else to report. Highlights : Big football game that evening. Perth team lost. The pubs were crawling with very sad, but very hot footballer types.

BTW. I got my braces off today!