What is it with these things? I always declared I would never have a typical Hen's Night. So with that in mind, last night we decided to have a nice quiet girls' night. Nothing silly. Head for 'The Taste' (anyone who has visited Hobart this time of the year will know that I am talking about), peruse the docks and check out the Sydney/Hobart yachts and have a few drinks at a couple of the waterfront pubs. Nice quiet and simple.
So why then did we arrive home at 8a.m this morning, after pigging out on breakfast at Wrest Point Casino?
Why then did we decide to hire a couple of taxis to take us to the top of Mount Wellington and drink champagne for an hour?
Why was my normally classy and intelligent friend dancing shoe-less on top of a bar in a Hobart pub. But more so, how the hell did she manage to convince a couple of us to join her?
Why the bloody hell did we decide to visit 'The Men's Gallery'? Must admit it was a lot of fun there, though!
And those are just some of things I can remember!
But the biggest question is - how the hell does everyone know it's a hen's night? Everywhere we went we got the same question - "Okay, girls which one is the bride?". Well at least that got us complimentary bottles of champagne at every place we went to.
Hmmm, so for someone who always swore she would never be talked into a typical hen's night, looks like I got one, afterall.
It was fun though. At least the bits I remember.
So why then did we arrive home at 8a.m this morning, after pigging out on breakfast at Wrest Point Casino?
Why then did we decide to hire a couple of taxis to take us to the top of Mount Wellington and drink champagne for an hour?
Why was my normally classy and intelligent friend dancing shoe-less on top of a bar in a Hobart pub. But more so, how the hell did she manage to convince a couple of us to join her?
Why the bloody hell did we decide to visit 'The Men's Gallery'? Must admit it was a lot of fun there, though!
And those are just some of things I can remember!
But the biggest question is - how the hell does everyone know it's a hen's night? Everywhere we went we got the same question - "Okay, girls which one is the bride?". Well at least that got us complimentary bottles of champagne at every place we went to.
Hmmm, so for someone who always swore she would never be talked into a typical hen's night, looks like I got one, afterall.
It was fun though. At least the bits I remember.