Whilst the boys were off doing their thing, Crown Green Bowls and naked ladies, or something like that. Rachel chose the nice surroundings of the Opera House Bar for her hen party. Sipping champagne with views of the bridge on a sunny day.
We then moved on to Wagamamas and a pub on The Rocks with some old guys singing irish tunes, and giving the girls the eye. ;-)
Then an inevitabley we ended up in the legendary PBH, the Pyrmont Bridge Hotel. Open 24 hours, 7 days a week. It's on Rach and Kev's doorstep. It's great, but it will make your liver cry for home.
The last of the girls standing, there is me, Caz and Rach, ploughing through the Jack, knowing that at any moment the boys are likely to turn up in a much worse state than we are in. And is if by magic...
The last of the girls standing, there is me, Caz and Rach, ploughing through the Jack, knowing that at any moment the boys are likely to turn up in a much worse state than we are in. And is if by magic...
You can tell the level of a persons pissedness by the blurriness of the camera. It's still relatively early.
The jukebox was playing, talk turns to the wedding reception and the planned playlist.
We are either trying to remember the Macarena or Whigfield dance here. I can't remember which.
Leave it to the experts...
to remember all the moves.
and Steps?
May I ask the lady to dance?
The happy couple, soon to be parted.
Dave dancing to a bit of Pussycat Dolls knowing all the moves to Stick Wit U.
Enjoying himself a little too much I think...
It was nearing 4 when some people decided to take the next table to us, in the no smoking area, and smoke. Given the place was empty, Dave took umbrage. The photo below was taken post no-smoking conversation. How did it go Dave? I'll ask you politely to move, followed in the same sentence with something about kicking their heads in if they didn't. Mmmm. Needless to say we were the ones who moved.
And so at 6am, those of us still standing Me, Dave and Mike, finally called it a day, and started towards the exit. But then ordered ourselves one last Jack for the morning.
