Snarks and Ladders

Last night we had the combined hen’s night for two of our co-workers (believe it or not, 4 people I work with are getting married over the next 3 weeks!  Well, 2 of them to each other, but still….)  It was, dare I say it, the most fun I have had in a long time.

• Assorted penis shaped objects lying around – check
• Everyone avoiding penis shaped objects at the start of the night – check
• Copious amounts of sparkling wine – check
• Copious amounts of all other forms of alcohol – check
• 2 VERY drunk hens! – check
• Party members doing grossly inappropriate things with penis shaped objects by the end of the night – check! (I have vague memories of one of the hens putting a penis straw in her pants so it was poking outwards… and me doing something to it… THAT’LL be an interesting photo if it ever gets out)
• Hangover the next day – successfully avoided!  Whoo hoo!

We also managed to find out some rather interesting things about people during a great game of never-ever.  Turns out, no, I am not the only one to have pashed a guy with their partner standing less than 5m away.  Nor am I (sorry, gross-out incoming) the only one to have accidentally put a sanitary pad through the wash.  However, I have not pooped on the beach and buried it (to see a wedding be set up RIGHT ON TOP OF IT ten minutes later).  Especially not on my honeymoon, since I am unmarried.  Nor have I ever hooked up with a guy because a) I couldn’t find the guy I arrived with, or b) because I was overseas and he said he had a Western-style toilet (although I would so definitely do that).

Then, of course, in my infinite wisdom, I came home drunk, got on the internets, and babbled a lot of crap.  Including telling a certain someone how I feel.  Whoops.  Good thing I am past caring about it all now, isn’t it?

The Internet – the only place where you can babble while drunk and incoherent and everyone thinks it’s normal.