The Hen Weekend
So here we go.
We (me and 2 friends) arrive at the hotel, after a fairly pleasant journey, to a welcoming reception and a lovely hotel room. Also I found that my room had been decorated with balloons, a sash and tiara and a naked blow up doll with his willy on my pillow. Just what every girl wants.
Later, after everyone had arrived we assembled in the bar waiting for the Murder to happen. We were called through to dinner (which was bootiful) and the show began. It was entiteld "Praise The Lord" and in no way meant to rubbish anyones faith. The cast were very funny and not believable in the slightest but it only added to the fun. It has to be said that by this time I had consumed 2 pints of lager, 2 shots of tequila, 4 shots of archers, a shot of ameretto and a blue wkd. Nobody held out much hope, but I was still going, if not a little more slowly at 12.15am.
There were dares for me to perform and drinks to be consumed. I couldn't let my friends down! And of course Mustafa Cock (the blow up doll-we were attatched by fluffy pink handcuffs).
After being wrestled to the floor and having my sister attempt to put a condom on my hea we retired to the bar, were I bought a round of aftershocks and I comsumed more alcohol. I downed a pint for a dare and had another blue wkd and 2 more shots of archers.
Eventually I called it a night, after climbing into bed I decided that vomitting may help my spinning head. But when I got to the loo I couldn't bring anything up. So instead I settled down, on the bathroom floor where it was nice and cool.
To my surprise the morning found me without a hang over, but wide awake at 7am. I got washed and dressed and headed down for breakfast. Everyone was very surprised to see that I was talking, let alone alive.
More clues were given and we had the rest of the day to do whatever we liked, so we buggered off into CAmbridge to do some shopping. Surprise surprise!
Saturday night involved more drinking and dares, and a disco til 2am. I consumed more than enough alcohol to sink a battle ship and I danced like a loon and shook my booty. Certain people annoyed me, but I was too drunk to give a monkey's and my head was busy thinking about who the murderer was and the Sexy Kiwi that I stole boxer shorts off.
Climbing into bed I decided that the bathroom floor would not be the place for me and I fell into the land of nod. To be awoken by my mommy's phone alarm
We had breakfast and packed up the cars. Had the rest of the clues to the murder and handed in the answers to the movie quotes (which we won, btw) and then tried to figure out who the murderer was. Jess Sauze, Virginia A, Virgina B, Billy Ray or Wayne Kerr. Anyway, i got it wrong, it was all about incest and dutty love in the church and a girl on the other Hen Party won. Not that I care, I got a bottle of wine for the movie quote quiz!
Anyway, we all said our goodbyes and headed home. I still had no hangover and I had enjoyed myself so much I'm going back for Praise The Lord Part 2 in November.
Chuffin Excellent weekend. Piccies to follow.
We (me and 2 friends) arrive at the hotel, after a fairly pleasant journey, to a welcoming reception and a lovely hotel room. Also I found that my room had been decorated with balloons, a sash and tiara and a naked blow up doll with his willy on my pillow. Just what every girl wants.
Later, after everyone had arrived we assembled in the bar waiting for the Murder to happen. We were called through to dinner (which was bootiful) and the show began. It was entiteld "Praise The Lord" and in no way meant to rubbish anyones faith. The cast were very funny and not believable in the slightest but it only added to the fun. It has to be said that by this time I had consumed 2 pints of lager, 2 shots of tequila, 4 shots of archers, a shot of ameretto and a blue wkd. Nobody held out much hope, but I was still going, if not a little more slowly at 12.15am.
There were dares for me to perform and drinks to be consumed. I couldn't let my friends down! And of course Mustafa Cock (the blow up doll-we were attatched by fluffy pink handcuffs).
After being wrestled to the floor and having my sister attempt to put a condom on my hea we retired to the bar, were I bought a round of aftershocks and I comsumed more alcohol. I downed a pint for a dare and had another blue wkd and 2 more shots of archers.
Eventually I called it a night, after climbing into bed I decided that vomitting may help my spinning head. But when I got to the loo I couldn't bring anything up. So instead I settled down, on the bathroom floor where it was nice and cool.
To my surprise the morning found me without a hang over, but wide awake at 7am. I got washed and dressed and headed down for breakfast. Everyone was very surprised to see that I was talking, let alone alive.
More clues were given and we had the rest of the day to do whatever we liked, so we buggered off into CAmbridge to do some shopping. Surprise surprise!
Saturday night involved more drinking and dares, and a disco til 2am. I consumed more than enough alcohol to sink a battle ship and I danced like a loon and shook my booty. Certain people annoyed me, but I was too drunk to give a monkey's and my head was busy thinking about who the murderer was and the Sexy Kiwi that I stole boxer shorts off.
Climbing into bed I decided that the bathroom floor would not be the place for me and I fell into the land of nod. To be awoken by my mommy's phone alarm
We had breakfast and packed up the cars. Had the rest of the clues to the murder and handed in the answers to the movie quotes (which we won, btw) and then tried to figure out who the murderer was. Jess Sauze, Virginia A, Virgina B, Billy Ray or Wayne Kerr. Anyway, i got it wrong, it was all about incest and dutty love in the church and a girl on the other Hen Party won. Not that I care, I got a bottle of wine for the movie quote quiz!
Anyway, we all said our goodbyes and headed home. I still had no hangover and I had enjoyed myself so much I'm going back for Praise The Lord Part 2 in November.
Chuffin Excellent weekend. Piccies to follow.