Wild Weekend Part II
So dinner passed and we once again mounted the bus. By this stage the party had really begun. The hen was decked out in all her hens night attire include a hand made bright blue veil with sunflowers, a sash noting that she was “the bride to be” and a giant badge with a picture of a hen in a wedding dress. The rest of us were given sunflower necklaces and badges which said “Beware Hens Party”.
The bus then took us on a tour of the city. We drove over the Spit and Harbour Bridges, down Oxford Street, through Kings Cross, up and down George St and then stopped in the Botanical Gardens.
By this stage the alcohol was running through our bodies at lighting speeds and the constant motion had made us all dizzy so when we stopped in the Gardens we didn’t even realise.
Suddenly the music stopped and the bus drive announced over the microphone for us all to be seated. The music then started again and a man dressed in a construction workers outfit steeped onto the bus. There was a wild cheer from the ladies as he began to dance around coming closer and closer to the Hen. In true stripper style he danced out his routine and was left standing on this cold winter night on a bus with nothing but a g-string. Two things came to my mind:
1. This guys butt is smaller than mine…..how did it get that way?
2. His fake tan is flawless and where does he get it done?
The poor man had to then have a group photo with us all but I must say that one of the older ladies there did try her hardest to keep him warm.
After the performance we then went club hopping. We started off at Jacksons on George, then The Retro and then Shelbourne. We danced and sung the night away.
Our favourite place by far was the Retro not only because of all the “classics” played but because the people that go to Retro are almost as retro as the songs and provide enough entertainment to keep you in stitches sll night. The theme for the evening for “skool” so costumes were in full swing and when some of the “skool gals” got into a fight over a boy we were left rolling on the floor in laughter.
Once our feet couldn’t take it anymore we headed back to the hotel. We arrived back at about 6:15. We rested our heads for a small while but it took us all a while to fall asleep because the music was still ringing in our ears. Once we woke up we went to breakfast at Cockle Bay. Even though the sun was burning our eyes I must admit there is nothing more satisfying than a big greasy breakfast and a giant chocolate milkshake to rejuvenate you after a night of hard partying.
