You know it must have been a great party when it takes you until the middle of the following week to recover and get past your hangover. Noooooooo just kidding
but seriously. This past weekend we celebrated my gorgeous twin sister’s Hens. It wasn’t your typical hens… no genital paraphernalia, no sashes or tiaras or learner plate signs. But that’s not to say we didn’t have a red hot go at things….boy oh boy oh boy did we have a go at it.
We started the affair with sunset drinks at a rooftop bar. The sun, and the drinks, were going down a treat before we moved onto a casual Chinese restaurant to refuel which was all very civilised. That is until it hits a certain hour and the lights dim down and the place turns into a karaoke bar. The timing of the event was perfection, we had enough liquid courage to take the place by storm and as soon as the song requests were open, our little bride tribe had several in the works ready to go.
I don’t think I have ever laughed so hard in my life. Everyone got involved and it was such a great group of girls to spend the night with. My sister, despite looking like a goddess in Valentino heels, was a part of all the action…wearing a China man hat and dancing in the middle of the restaurant for everyone’s viewing pleasure for the entire evening. She didn’t miss a beat.
I’m a firm believer that photographs from a Hens really have to be taken, and then stopped, within the first hour. The rest is not to be documented in any way, shape, or form. It’s better for everyone this way. So here we all are, looking fresh and ready to take on the world… one horrendous karaoke rendition at a time. If you happened to see us around the town that night, well, you’re certainly welcome.