A Hen night…
This Saturday I attended my first Hen event in England. In most parts of the world Hen nights are known as bachelorette parties.
Rushed back from a week in Athens attending business meeting and a crazy weekend in Amsterdam to make an appearance at a friend’s Hen party. Needless to say I was extremely tired and not in the best mood.
After over an hour in a taxi I made it to the event a bit dazed, a bit confused, a bit nervous but ready for what the night would through at me… especially after a couple of lethal cocktails.
The night’s celebrations started in a comedy club, full of laughter, alcohol and an provoked flirting. The jokes were flowing along with rose Champaign, girly conversation, new introductions and at some point what I would call child like affairs…
Nevertheless, all a good laugh, mostly a new experience…
We finished the night at a local night club, dancing to the tunes of I don’t know what and watching young men and women being very horny… Our goal was to put our Hen in as much trouble as possible without jeopardizing her safety. Our hen had to dance with a bald guy, kiss two brothers, convince a guy to buy her a drink and convince another guy to give her his boxer shorts… just to name a few of the nights sports.
The night was interesting and in many way a glimpse into English life that I hadn’t experienced before.
Making a fool of a friend before she or he gets married is something this culture celebrates. It’s a far cry from the more civilized bachelorette parties I have been accustomed to. Even though it was not a classy affair, it brings you back to your teenage years; makes feel like a kid for an evening, tasting the simple pleasure of life.
The soon to be bride was radiant and looked fantastic in her devilish veil and long red gloves. A good sport for allowing her friends to parade her around making her do things that she would laugh at on any give day. I am sure she will remember the headache for many days, and the adventures, well they will be part of her stories to her grandchildren one day :-)
Rushed back from a week in Athens attending business meeting and a crazy weekend in Amsterdam to make an appearance at a friend’s Hen party. Needless to say I was extremely tired and not in the best mood.
After over an hour in a taxi I made it to the event a bit dazed, a bit confused, a bit nervous but ready for what the night would through at me… especially after a couple of lethal cocktails.
The night’s celebrations started in a comedy club, full of laughter, alcohol and an provoked flirting. The jokes were flowing along with rose Champaign, girly conversation, new introductions and at some point what I would call child like affairs…
Nevertheless, all a good laugh, mostly a new experience…
We finished the night at a local night club, dancing to the tunes of I don’t know what and watching young men and women being very horny… Our goal was to put our Hen in as much trouble as possible without jeopardizing her safety. Our hen had to dance with a bald guy, kiss two brothers, convince a guy to buy her a drink and convince another guy to give her his boxer shorts… just to name a few of the nights sports.
The night was interesting and in many way a glimpse into English life that I hadn’t experienced before.
Making a fool of a friend before she or he gets married is something this culture celebrates. It’s a far cry from the more civilized bachelorette parties I have been accustomed to. Even though it was not a classy affair, it brings you back to your teenage years; makes feel like a kid for an evening, tasting the simple pleasure of life.
The soon to be bride was radiant and looked fantastic in her devilish veil and long red gloves. A good sport for allowing her friends to parade her around making her do things that she would laugh at on any give day. I am sure she will remember the headache for many days, and the adventures, well they will be part of her stories to her grandchildren one day :-)
Now can anyone tell me why Hen nights are called Hen nights?
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