The great thing this week will be bringing, is more happiness and smiles to everyone around me, including me. Yes, it's wedding season and after counting about 7 bachelorettes dancing the night away at Tiger Tiger on Saturday night's not-so-debaucherous-as-I-thought party, we are on the way to a great upcoming wedding weekend. (Did that make any sense?)
After a month or two of planning, we were able to see whether all this hard work (majority my friends) really pays off. We pitched up at Dr Yoni's house to prepare the food and set up all the decorations. Our dear inquisitive friend was starting to sneak her head around the corner or out the window, where we were hanging up the giant penis piñata. But after I threatened to come upstairs and break her new pair of Pradas in half if she peered one more time, she didn't make another peep.
Piñata hung - excuse the pun - and sweets and decor looking superb, we bought her downstairs to the celebrations. First up was the surprise guest and no, not a stripper. All those bits flying around didn't sound like a good idea, so instead we hired a bellydancer. She arrived, dressed our bride-to-be and along with the 2 dances she did as an intro, she taught all the guests bellydancing basics for 45 minutes. Tons of laughter, booty shaking and abdominal exercises later, we sat down to the next part... supper then questions.
Last Monday, we interogated Steve with about 20 questions about him and Dr Yoni. Obviously we filmed this and then set it up to film her answers. Turns out these 2 people actually know each other. Can you believe it. In all honesty, the video was tons of fun to prepare, interview and watch again after some amateur editing done by Fat Pam.
Our last victim was a piñata that was hanging outside filled with sweets and accessories Dr Yoni had to dress up with for the night out. Two minutes later there was absolutely nothing left of the pinata and all the sweets on the ground the girls swiftly helped clean up and dispose of.
Toiger Toiger bound we were and 5 hours later after dancing on every part of that dancefloor to the speakers to hanging out - what felt like the entire time - at the shooter bar, we left and head back for toasted sarmies and cheese cake at 04:00.
What our Dr Yoni appreciated? She didn't throw her name away and she will remember her bachelorette party, which for her was the best outcome of the night. And... well the little whisper to me while we were sitting at the table eating our cheesecake: "You know what Robs, I'm very very lucky to have Steve" put a big smile on my face
Lyrics: Oh Darling - Happiness
Showing posts with label bachelorette party. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bachelorette party. Show all posts
Monday, December 13, 2010
Friday, December 10, 2010
We don't sleep when the sun goes down
What's great about today? It's Friday and it's going to be a weekend of fun, shopping (I found one dress for one of the weddings, thank the dog) and recovery.
After a few months planning, many many threaded emails that have confused us more then anything else and some sneaky Adult World shopping on Long Street, the bachelorette party is finally here. Obviously I'm not going to let up on much as you never know if my friend reads this or not, but there is a cool theme that is tied in with the food - being Jews we can NEVER under cater - and some hilarious accessories that will add to what is going to be an awesome night ending in... Tiger Tiger. So help me G-d, that is the only thing I'm worried about. The shooter bar, that dance floor or feeling like you are 70 in the shade it's going to be mayhem and especially with my Dr Yoni, there will be some snaps to keep in the blackmail bag for later.
Checklist:
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| One of the only times you'll ever see me in a dress |
After a few months planning, many many threaded emails that have confused us more then anything else and some sneaky Adult World shopping on Long Street, the bachelorette party is finally here. Obviously I'm not going to let up on much as you never know if my friend reads this or not, but there is a cool theme that is tied in with the food - being Jews we can NEVER under cater - and some hilarious accessories that will add to what is going to be an awesome night ending in... Tiger Tiger. So help me G-d, that is the only thing I'm worried about. The shooter bar, that dance floor or feeling like you are 70 in the shade it's going to be mayhem and especially with my Dr Yoni, there will be some snaps to keep in the blackmail bag for later.
Checklist:
- 1 x dress approved by fashion queen and gossip columnist JShevel
- Food
- All accessories shaped like the male appendage aka a penis
- Taxis
- Pro-hep
- Limit on transaction amount
- Charged camera batteries
Must buy
- Salt and Vinegar chips and a 1.5l Coca Cola (hangover helper thanks to my time at women24 and food24
- 1 x dress for next wedding
- New identity for Dr Yoni when she has most probably, thrown it away at Tiger Tiger.
Sunday = recovery. The end
If anyone has some superb recovery programs that coincide with shopping as I'll be looking for another dress, please share.
Title lyrics: Adrian Lux - Teenage Crime
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