Well this weekend was my friend from Uni's Hen weekend in Edinburgh expertly organised by her lovely sister. Unfortunately her sister had spent so much time planning and organising other people she sort of had a few catastrophe's of her own. For some bizzare reason she's been training to climb mount Kilimanjaro (my spelling is horrific but hey thats how I spell it and its my blog). Because of all this training she's basically done her back in. No amounts of trips to A&E, physio or chiropractors seem to help, to plagiarise Chris Rock...you got bad eyesight they give you eye operations, glasses and even a guide dog! You break your leg they can pin it together so it looks like a bit of mechano, cover it in plaster and give you crutches. You knack you're back and they just throw painkillers at you. So to enable her to drink she was off said horse tranquiliser strength pills and relying on alcohol for pain relief....this combined with bubbly on the train journey at 9am, a cocktail making class which saw mother of the bride confined to the toilet cubicle and sent back to the hotel to bed and lack of sleep since the back incident meant she was slightly hammered by 5pm. She had also forgotten to bring her horse tranquilisers for when the alcohol did wear off and she would need them.
All the expert organising of decorate a duck competition (the hen has a bit of a thing for ducks) party bags, plastic cups for bubbly, how well do you know the hen quiz, booking trains, hotels, a ghost tour, cocktail making lesson, meal and paraphernalia to cover the hen in for the weekend.......somehow managed to distract cheif bridesmaid from remembering to grab her party dress from the back of the door on her way out of the house. I was gutted for her especially since the rest of the weekend had gone so smoothly. The effects of the alcohol and sitting eating her meal dressed in her clothes from earlier (which were lovely and she still looked fabulous as always) whilst everyone was in party outfits and big shoes was just a bit much and she pulled out of the rest of the evening in favour of trying to sleep off her injuries and cocktails.
They were all a lovely bunch of girls and we had a fantastic time, although I think the key to our un-doing was the fact that we're all a good 5-10 years past our prime party years, couldn't face the monster hangover and were more keen on getting to know each other and female bonding the sensible way that we only managed a 15 hour drinking sesh with only 3 casualties and ending the night with sore feet and being super chatty rather than minging drunk. We shuffled rather than stumbled back to the hotel and the deciding moment for calling it a night was when we were sitting in a bar all nursing feet crippled by very pretty but painful shoes, struggling to finish our mojito's when someone realised the conversation topic had moved onto "cleaning the sofa"!!!! Oh dear, I'm so old!
I love my cocktail glass souvenir and was so happy we almost made the bride blub with appreciation when she saw the effort we'd all put into decorating our ducks. We had a Baja beach duck (my entry from our clubbing days), a school duck decked out in the bride's !
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