Wild Weekend
This weekend I had a very good friend’s hen’s night and it was absolutely wild. We partied hard, drank and danced all night and paid for it the next day.
For some the day started early. On Saturday at 2pm the girls met at the hotel and the drinking began.
Shots, bottles and big glasses were all on the agenda. The drinking started in the car on the way to the hotel and by the time all the ladies had arrived some were feeling a little worse for wear.
Then the preparations began. Slowly the girls managed to get themselves into the showers, some stumbling on their way there. It was hilarious. One of the ladies got into the shower and when she emerged she realised that she had forgotten to shave one of her legs. As she sat on the floor of the bathroom to regroup and continue the shave the girls sprayed shaving cream all over her head and back into the shower she went.
I arrived at around 6pm. By this stage the girls were looking lovely, making a great deal of noise and singing drinking songs/rhymes (which I never knew existed) and playing drinking games. As with most nights out with the girls, the peer pressure got too much and before I knew it I had caught up to a small portion of the drinking they had done prior and I was feeling “happy” to say the least.
At 8pm we got picked up by the “Party Bus”.
This bus was amazing, equipped with a jute box, a dance floor and a stripper’s pole for “spinning around”. Well, the music began to blast, the disco lights started to flash and we began to party. For those who have never experience it, I must note that dancing on a bus, intoxicated in high heels is very difficult and I must admit the trips and spills we had in this state added to half the enjoyment of the night.
Our first stop was down Parramatta road and into Norton Street. Here people stopped and stared at us, a group of lovely polite young gentlemen also flashed us their backsides. I think our shrieking at this stage blasted by ear-drums and I still won’t even consider putting my earphones into my ears.
We then went for a dinner to a lovely Italian restaurant. The look of horror on the table of middle aged couples having dinner was priceless. We were noisy, crude and rude and our dinner guests were not at all impressed. At one point a woman told me how disgraceful it was that young women behaved in such a way. I made a point of telling her that this was nothing and to wait until the stripper arrived and began to gyrate on our dinner plates. She looked disgusted, but by the time the stripper finally arrived I think she was having more fun than we were.
Well I am not going to spill all the beans of my wild weekend in one post, so stay tuned for part two of my wild weekend.
