A welsh mans socks, $16.75 & a broken toe

Ah yes, the Australian female rite of passage... the hen's night! With 3 weeks to go to the big day my last girls night of freedom began with a lovely picnic in a park of chicken & avocado crepes, pancakes with chocolate syrup & strawberries and champagne. I was lulled into a false sense of security, little did I know that would be the only civilised, tasteful and un-embarrasing part of my day.

The ice queen

We then headed to the ice-skating rink, where I was presented with a lovely veil covered in various sexual regalia such as condoms, lubricant and a vibrator, I was also made to wear a skirt that had a ladies backside with underwear printed on it - All the 12yr old kids at the rink were a little confused to say the least. One of the many highlights of ice-skating was our 'vibrator relay', it was very classy.

It is a skirt, I promise!

After the skating we headed to a local pub where I was loaded with several shots and beer. I was then presented with a 'beautiful' male blow up doll who was to be my partner for the rest of the day/night. We took a short walk up the road to a studio where we were then instructed in the beautiful art of 'pole dancing'. We were given more champagne to 'loosen us up' and I can only imagine what it must have looked like to Kel when I performed a lap dance on her lap. Somewhere during the dance lesson (I think) I seemed to have broken my little toe, but with all the alcohol flowing through my veins I didn't realise this until dinner.

Jude's couldn't stop laughing at her daughter

Bek, "Ali" & Cath share a drink

We had dinner in the city where the rest of our party joined us. We missed the skyfire fireworks as they started so early and the dinner service was slow, but I was in such fine form I didn't really notice. At dinner I was presented with a t-shirt that was covered in life-savers and a rather tasteful slogan "a suck for a buck". Suffice to say at the end of the night I was up $16.75. We had a rotary club dinner at the table next to us, and I have to say did they give us a show. Never in my life did I think I would have a lady who I believe would have been in her 80's giving me marriage advice that consisted of "you must have lots and lots of sex, AND you must enjoy it too". It was hilarious and I have to admit they were an awesome group of people who were in fine form!

A Welsh man donates his socks

After dinner we headed for the night-life, more alcohol, dancing and a mission to dress the blow up doll. By the end of the night a travelling welsh man had given us a very good pair of long woolen socks, a raiders fan had given us a sock, a bar donated a jacket from lost property and to top it off, as all the bars were closing at 4am a young gentleman donated his boxer shorts.

I survived my hen's night, getting back to our hotel at 4:30am. As, what appears to be tradition, I was well humiliated and embarrased, but also well looked after and had a very fun night with so many funny memories. The blow up doll probably had the best night of us all as he was the centre of attention most places we went, and was 'borrowed' by many patrons in the bars.

?Broken toe?

All my muscles (and my toe!) ache today and I am need of a very good nights sleep, but all in all it was a fabulous day/night and I want to thank Bek for organising everything, Mish for helping, my mum for being such a good sport and participating in everything and everyone who came who got to witness my humiliation, but also make it soo much fun.

A welsh mans socks, $16.75 & a broken toe

Canberra, Australia