For optimum reading, before you carry on, if you have “I’ve Got a Feeling” by The Black Eyed Peas, put it on whilst reading this post. If you haven’t got it on your iTunes or Spotify, then you are totally missing out! Mazzeltov!
As I sit and type I am aware of that I suddenly feel hung-over. Except that last night I didn’t have THAT much to drink, or did I? I think I fell down a small hole/ditch at one point and I called a man a “rapey” sort, mainly because he came up to us and made a point of telling us that he wasn’t a rapist… because yeah, dude, that’s a great chat up line.
You see, it was Sedj’s Hen Weekend, and I travelled up to Oxford yesterday to be a hen for the weekend. It was just brilliant! In 3 weeks and 6 days (or 3 weeks and 15 days, or 16 days) the Doctor is getting married. StIves2011, here we come!
It started off at the train station, me carrying a huge suitcase (for one night) and 3 others jumping about excited. We headed off to find the first activity and meet up with the other hens.
We went extreme sporting, well I say we, more like I sat and
watched laughed at the others being trapped in a giant hamster ball, all tied up in some sort of weird assless chaps & braces contraption harnesses and then flung down a hill. I can’t even go on a Merry-go-Round without barfing everywhere, much less throwing myself into some bizarre extreme sports and rolling down bumpy hills. I highly believe that this weekend would have been less of a success had I spent the afternoon ralphing all over everyone. All the hens should be grateful. No vomit was produced in the making of this weekend!
Aqua-sphereing and harness-sphereing looks like great fun and immense pain. I would consider trying aqua-sphereing next time, but I can’t guarantee that I won’t blow chunks on you.
This is Sedj all tied up.
Watching someone enter a Sphere is sort of a bizarre take on strange sex, it’s hilarious. Watching someone exit a Sphere after an Aqua Roll, could be compared to watching something be born, but with less blood. All in all, Sphereing is a life cycle, some thing goes in, spends time being carried about and then emerges all anew. The entire event wasn’t without its euphimisms. Some prefer to be tied up and others prefer to be wet.
After we had many laughs, we had a picnic. That was ace, because we were all starving! Who knew that watching people go rolling down hills would make me so hungry! The Bride to be, supporting her fantastic new chin bruise went all Disney princess on us.
We drank bubbly and ate like Queens, we took Group photos, we had LOLZ.
Then we headed back to our daytime re-treat to get reading for the evenings events! We drank more bubbly and typically 5 girls all getting ready, with only 1 shower, meant we ran late. Our taxi driver was having a shit fit and completely exaggerated how late we were. It seems men exaggerate about lots of things, how late us girls are for taxi’s, how big their schlongs are, the list goes on. We all looked fabulous. Sirens and Goddesses!
We headed out to a restaurant in Oxford called Branca where we met other Sirens and Goddesses, and we ate, we drank and we talked and we laughed and we played games. The Groom-to-be quoting Beyoncé as to why he asked Sedj to marry him, was priceless. Cause lets face it, when you like something that much, you’ve gotta put a ring on it!
The food was fabulous. Mixed plates of Mozzarella and Roasted Red Peppers, Beef Carpaccio and Rocket Salad, Italian Cured Meats, New Potatoes, Green Beans, Smoked Salmon and baby Spinach. Just amazing! Then a range of wood fired pizzas, and some amazing desserts. All washed down with yet MORE bubbly.
Then we headed out for cocktails. Bellini’s, Peach and Passionfruits, Lychee Martinis, you name it we had it! It was fabulous, like Sex and the City, without the sex and naked Kim Cattrall. The bar was called LoveJericho, and it was fabulous and PACKED.
Then we grabbed a couple of taxi’s and headed up to the O2 Academy for Propaganda and we danced, and drank some more and it was just immense and brilliant. We partied with the White Queen, The Queen of Hearts, a load of rabbits, a few transgender Alices, and the a couple of playing cards.
Grabbing a taxi home, we laughed and ate more pizza and drank more bubbly and eventually in the wee hours we slept.
I can’t wait for the wedding. The countdown begins!
Posted by becca on September 4th, 2011 :: Filed under Partying Brides
Tags :: aqua-sphereing
, assless chaps
, Bachlorette parties
, Disney Princesses
, Hen Nights