My Hen Party!
Posted by: henpartyideas on: May 14, 2009
I have been blogging about the multitude of hen parties I have been to and some great tips on how to budget. But last weekend it was my turn!
I had an absolute blast. My friends did me proud (after all, they were terrified after reading my blog; and after having had to organise ten hens myself, they knew they had a lot to live up to).
So – here’s what we did; and you should take note cos there are some top ideas.
My friend Alice, came to pick me up at midday from my flat. We drove to Covent Garden and I had specified ‘NO AMATEUR DRAMATIC’ type activities. So what do they do? They tell me that they have organised for me to do a street performance in Covent Garden for charity. I was trying to be really polite and gracious but inside I was thinking: ‘No bloody way am I doing that for love nor money’. Anyway we had a boozy lunch and ended up going to Pineapple studios to learn the ….MICHAEL JACKSON THRILLER DANCE. WOOP. It was HILARIOUS. Fifteen of us falling over each other and trying to take a peek at the teacher’s unharnessed bits. Poor sod.
We then went our separate ways and I was taken to shower, have champs and have my make up done which was lovely; esp after I was all sweaty and looking pretty rancid from our dance lesson.
I then got taken to my friend’s house where we played Mr. and Mrs. and generally drank ourselves silly, after which I got taken into another room where we were served an unbelievable three course meal.
The detail of the decoration was incredible; a load of photos were put on loop on a television; there were personalised paper plates; willy sweets; willy straws; bubbles; balloons; confetti on the tables; glitter bits etc.
THEN FOR THE UNBELIEVABLE PART. I went outside to get some fresh air (the girls had made me do shots) and when I came back, there was a hunky fireman waiting to greet me. He ripped off his clothes, made me do some unspeakable things (well not that unspeakable) and got his kit off. It was tremendous. I was whooping for joy; slapping his arse; dancing; laughing; licking chocolate off his erm. nipple.
This is the chappie himself. He had a HOT BOD and came from Dream Men.
We then went to sing karaoke next door as the girls had set up a Lucky Voice system which was awesome. I finally got to bed at about three in the morning. Was so hungover that ate a fat fat sandwich at ten in the morning when I was still drunk. Not a pretty sight.
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