And I know that I love you.
The Hen's Night: A Report
Very few men are ever allowed to join the festivities of a hen's night. But on Saturday I, along with a few other males from our circle of friends, was privy to some insider knowledge of what goes on during such an event. Being part of bride-to-be Francesca's circle of friends ensured an invitation to her last big night out as a free, albeit reserved, woman.
The evening began with an enjoyable meal at Cafe Istanbul on Cuba Street. The portions were generous and the decor and atmosphere authentically Turkish. Francesca was presented with her veil to wear (an essential hen's night ritual) as well as a giant pink butterfly net with a little man doll (she's caught a man! do! you! see!?!). My gift was not as inventive: Penis Pasta.
After dinner we made our way to Boogie Wonderland where Francesca was I.D'd by the bouncer - even with her veil on! Surely if she's old enough to marry... We were given our own little booth in the corner and set up a bar tab because their EFTPOS terminal had gone down. It was a night of drinking and disco, by the time Love Is In The Air came on for the second time I knew I'd been in there long enough.
We left with the intention of heading to Maya but the bouncer decided that Andy's shoes weren't good enough so we went to Kitty's for a about two minutes before calling it a night. My cold medication was beginning to wear off at this point rendering me pretty much useless in the partying department.
So for those of you expecting a little debauchery, sorry to disappoint. Maybe the wedding post next week will have a few juicy tidbits.
Very few men are ever allowed to join the festivities of a hen's night. But on Saturday I, along with a few other males from our circle of friends, was privy to some insider knowledge of what goes on during such an event. Being part of bride-to-be Francesca's circle of friends ensured an invitation to her last big night out as a free, albeit reserved, woman.
The evening began with an enjoyable meal at Cafe Istanbul on Cuba Street. The portions were generous and the decor and atmosphere authentically Turkish. Francesca was presented with her veil to wear (an essential hen's night ritual) as well as a giant pink butterfly net with a little man doll (she's caught a man! do! you! see!?!). My gift was not as inventive: Penis Pasta.
After dinner we made our way to Boogie Wonderland where Francesca was I.D'd by the bouncer - even with her veil on! Surely if she's old enough to marry... We were given our own little booth in the corner and set up a bar tab because their EFTPOS terminal had gone down. It was a night of drinking and disco, by the time Love Is In The Air came on for the second time I knew I'd been in there long enough.
We left with the intention of heading to Maya but the bouncer decided that Andy's shoes weren't good enough so we went to Kitty's for a about two minutes before calling it a night. My cold medication was beginning to wear off at this point rendering me pretty much useless in the partying department.
So for those of you expecting a little debauchery, sorry to disappoint. Maybe the wedding post next week will have a few juicy tidbits.