No penises allowed...
I love weddings and all the hoopla that goes along with them. Any excuse for a good party, right? I even enjoy a good hen's party. Even though the concept is a little outdated. Celebrating your last night as a single woman when you've been together for years. Or a kitchen tea where you're given items for your new kitchen and you've been living in sin with your partner for ages. But for me, a hen's party represents a chance for a bit of girly fun. And who doesn't love that?
This time, it was Clare's turn to celebrate her last days as a single woman. Clare's hen's day was a very classy affair. The theme was 50s housewife so we were all dressed in pretty dresses, heels and pearls. We spent the day in the Hunter visiting wineries, tasting wine and even buying a few (too many) bottles. There was no tacky penis jewellery or suck a lifesaver t-shirts. We were very sophisticated.
We heard stories of the other kind of hen's party. At Petersons winery, our tasting host told us that the hen's party before us had had a belching competition. One of the other brides-to-be that we ran into on the day gave Clare a present of a jelly penis toy. We'd look at these other hen's parties and wonder who would want that kind of day out. But then again, I'm sure they were looking at us and thinking that we have no idea how to have fun. Each to their own.
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15th Mar 2010, 00:55