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By *abbing OP Man
over a year ago
Belfast |
Its been a while since I posted my last story on here, so thought I'd add a new one......I'll keep going if theres enough interest!
I’d known Kate since our university days, which seemed like yesterday but was longer ago than I cared to admit! She was getting married in a month and that meant one thing – yet another hen party to go on!
I didn’t have many big nights out anymore since all our friends were settling down and having families, so I liked an excuse to get glammed up and hit the town as much as the next girl, but Kate was the last one of my close friends to get married and truth be told I was a bit past being bothered about another hen party.
At one time before I was married, I would have been really excited to be going on a hen - to get away for a boozy chaotic party weekend, drink, dance and flirt with some guys - but I was married now, and in all honesty I’d hit that age in my mid 30s where I’d been on enough hen parties to have got it out of my system.
I’d had my fill of the dramas, the tears and fall-outs, the staying in rubbish accommodation, drinking too much and generally spending a fortune going on a trip with a bunch of people, half of whom I didn’t know! Maybe I was becoming boring…..but a nice meal and couple of bottles of wine were more my scene these days!
But I loved Kate , she was one of my besties and I knew I shouldn’t be flaky – it was her hen after all, and I decided I was going to try my best to enjoy it – My husband reminded me that given all my friends were married I might not be invited to many more hen party’s, so I should be enjoying a girls weekend away while I could! He was right…..I’d no idea when (if ever) I’d be on a hen again, so I may as well let my hair down, play the silly hen do games, eat the willy themed chocolates and embrace the chaos, despite what my better judgement said!
“You behave yourself when I’m away I told my husband” – knowing he’d probably spend the weekend watching football, boozing which his mates and enjoying having the house to himself
I kissed my husband good bye as I headed off with the girls to catch the train
Thankfully Kate hadn’t chosen to go abroad to some tacky resort, and instead had booked us a gorgeous big house from air bnb. It had huge, spacious receptions rooms, luxurious bedrooms and even a hot tub on the patio with great views of the sea – not the usual hovels I’ve stayed in for past hen parties.
While I’d decided to embrace the weekend, and get into the party spirit – I was apprehensive about a few of Kates other friends…..one in particular who she knew from primary school called Rebecca. We never really got along – it didn’t help that she was a loud, brash, trashy sort of girl, who drank too much in her younger days, took lots of illegal substances and generally had to be the centre of attention where ever she went.
I’d heard some stories from Kates sister about what Rebecca and co had got up to on previous hens….feeling up strippers cocks front of everyone, snogging lads and taking guys back to their rooms – apparently she’d even shagged a guy in the next bed while she was sharing a room with another girl – she wasn’t exactly bashful!
..…in short, Rebecca was not the sort of person I normally socialise with or find it easy to get on with, perhaps we just had a personality clash, perhaps she was jealous that Kate and I got on so well, who knows.
There was the usual mis-mash of other girls there from all walks of life many of whom I’d normally never mix with, from Kates work colleagues, old school friends and relatives – an eclectic mix of mums, classy single women and to be honest, some like Rebecca, who I’d have described as a bit crass and tarty!
Kates sister was the chief bridesmaid – she was a little timid so when we all met at the train station it didn’t take long before so Kates feisty old school mates Rebecca, Fiona and Susan stepped in and took over, which to be honest, Kates sister seemed quite happy about.
The train had just set off when Rebecca cracked open the booze to get the party started - we’d got Kate dressed up in the obligatory hen party tiara, cock adorned vale and inflatable husband to be, and started drinking!
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