Hen weekends

I was away on a hen weekend this weekend. IN dublin of all places, but it all went well and I felt proud of my capital city :)

To be fair though, I spent breakfast and evenings with the ladies and after that, it was separate groups. I went home for a few hours on Friday straight from the airport, Ma fed me (thank God!!) and had a good chat with the parents. After the drama of last week in work, it was really good just to go home and chill for a few hours. Once I checked into the hotel, I met the ladies in a pub and it went from there.

On Saturday, I was bright eyedc and bushy tailed at 6am, so went for a dawn stroll around the city centre, then hit the gym for about 45mins. I met a good friend for lunch and 4 hours later emerged, slightly tipsy from about 6 margaritas, to join the rest in the pub. After a few hours, two of the ladies appeared with party bags for us all, complete with headbands, pink T-shirts, whistles, party poppers, lip gloss, etc,e tc, etc..........Add into that some barmen who were very pleased to have such custom even if they were maginally bemused by the whole thing, other customers who ALL at one point or another came to wish the hen best wishes with a variety of kisses, hugs, handshakes etc - Irish pub goers take these things very seriously! The night went very well.

Yesterday was mostly hanging around airports, so when I got home at 7pm I was exhausted, especially when I woke at 8am yesterday and went for another walk, just so I wouldn't wake the girl I was sharing with. Still, everyone had a good time so all was well. And the weather was glorious!!! Such a shock, but a welcome one :)