So I'm home from my hen's night. Rather tame, as to be expected, being nice church-going girls that we are... I did get hassled by the overenthusiastic teppan-yaki chef, who threw an egg at my head (which I caught with a bowl balanced on my head) and poured white wine at my face (which I caught with my mouth) and then showered with omelette confetti... (which I caught with my hair.)
Then on to Max Brenner's, the chocolate bar, where we overindulged in chocolatey goodness and I was made to get the numbers of random men (who were very happy to give them away, poor boys) and then sing "I'm a little teapot" to a poor man at the bus stop.
Anyway, all in all it was a fine end to my life of singlehood. Ended kinda early, but then again, it's a weeknight.