hens
Bridezilla
Whilst the men were partying away in Antwerp, C and friends were having a mini hen do at Hampton Hill. First I met up with the other bridesmaid D for a hairdresser session. The hair stylist commented on my fine hair, and suggested to add volume by using fake locks--I'm a bit suspicious about this; we'll see how it turns out. Later on we went back to D's house and waited for the other hens. This was my first time meeting D: she strikes me as an energetic and friendly lady, someone easy to have a conversation with. She told me how she reluctantly gave up her fabulous career and social life to become a full-time mother. Now life in D's household is pretty hectic, with two toddlers constantly needing attention. As the crying sounds of the younger one faded in the bath tub, the doorbell rang and in came groups of pretty women. After a bit of greetings and downing champagne, we drove to the Thai restaurant. The food wasn't the only spicy thing on the table, these lusty ladies were talking about boob jobs, lingere and sexy wedding nights. Someone from the other table shouted, 'Don't do it', but we didn't care. Then out of the blue some young lads outside ran across the restaurant window full-monty style--woohoo! We asked C what worried her most about marriage--it's only the snoring, she says.