Hen Night

I've got a backlog of blogs queueing up in my head, and 6:46 am 2 days before my wedding seems as good a time as any to write about my hen night which happened a few weeks ago. My head bridesmaid Bex organised it and did a flipping good job! she knows me too well.

This is me and Bex back in the day, LOVE that photo! we were born next door neighbours then when I was 6 they moved a few miles away, and then 6 months later we followed them to the same street. We started a new primary school together and pretended we were sisters. There was a few years when we were teenagers where bex had become 'cool' and I was still in that annoying 'boys are smelly' phase of life. But it's all good now and I'm learning like boys too, one particular boy especially.

Bex came up with a totally awesome theme of where's wally, and we had a lot of fun doing silly things dressed as wallys. I love running after a stranger in a park that are wearing red and white stripy t-shirt and shouting 'WALLY!' until they turn around.

We had a girly sleepover and I had to answer questions that they had previously asked Dan, by guessing what he answered. I'm not sure why my mum was allowed to be in the room at the time, because she now knows one of Dan's most embarrassing moments. The time when I was telling mum infront of Dan about all the personally questions in the frontline marriage prep questionnaire. For some reason the first example question that came to my head was 'What's the worst thing about your future parents in law?' ...... to which mum asked Dan what he had written. Dan repleyed 'I haven't done that one yet.'

And everyone now knows about the strawberry yogurt thing.... sorry Dan.