It all started on Thursday 24th November 2011.
My cousin and my best friend, a bottle or two of wine and some girly giggles. After an attempt at sleep somewhat akin to that of a child on Christmas eve, I woke in time to see the two girls shoot off for a final bridesmaid dress fitting, allowing me time to ponder as to what they may have organized for my surprise hen weekend!
It wasn't long before they were back (and a few more joined them) and the celebrations started with the popping of champagne bottles.
At noon it was time to leave and to my astonishment, parked outside was a limo! We travelled in style from Galway to Meath that day, champagne flowing, my favourite cheesy music from my teenage years playing and a hen party survival kit complete with a mini blow up fiancé. The giggles continued.
Arriving in Meath at The Headfort Arms, we were greeted with wine and paninis, the latter of which was most certainly needed at this point as it was only 3pm and we had drank 4 bottles of champagne between 6 of us! Shamefaced!
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| My very own limo |
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| Champagne for a princess, heehee! |
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| Blow up Fiance! Ain't he handsome! |
A stroll up town following food was next on the agenda while we waited for a few more to arrive. This was followed by cocktails and pizza in the hotel bar in our own reserved area. Switz woo! A live band, good food and not to mention all the hen party games and prizes. I scored 16/20 on the 'how well do you know your fiancé' quiz. Not bad given the trick questions! The giggles continued. The night turned a little sour when one of the party organizers (a bridesmaid) got miffed and went upstairs sulking because I would not go upstairs to play the games, but I was enjoying the live band and had suggested the games downstairs. It's my party and I'll cry if I want to =D but I didn't...she did. Go figure!
A late night had by most and up early again the next morning to head off to Causey Farm for a day of fun, no sore heads happily. We were joined by my 11 year old god-daughter. She is as crazy and animal and farm lover as me, strange for two girls raised in the city. But I guess when my dad (her granddad) is from that neck of the woods it is genetically bred in to you. A few calm activities such as bread baking, cow milking, and playing the bodhrán were quickly replaced by the chaos of an Irish jig, catching a chicken and herding sheep round an obstacle course (minus the sheepdog). Giggles continued. The day was wound down with some freshly baked scones and a nice cup of tea. Top marks to causey farm for such an unforgettable experience!
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| My God-daughter and I ready for the farm! |
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| On the farm, milking a cow! |
Then it was back to the hotel for a well deserved rest before meeting with some more of the girls who could not make the farm. The party continued with dinner and some dancing. The theme of the night was the hen and her chicks. I dressed in white while all the girls dressed in yellow! My aunt sent my dress from the states! And I was in love with it, a one shoulder empire line dress with a feather skirt! =D A real princess dress! I even managed to get another wear out of it when I went as a fairy my department Christmas party. Cost per wear my friends cost per wear!
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| My princess dress! |
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| The girls dressed in yellow but missing the one behind the lens :( |
Dinner was yum in our own private dining room. I had the steak of course. Ate so much I really thought I would have to change out of above mentioned dream dress as my waist had grown about 3 inches! More champagne flowed and then it was off to The Palace nightclub in Navan for a night of dancing! And oh my there was a lot of dancing. Giggles continued. Finally with aching feet we made our way back to the hotel to pass out from sheer exhaustion! The following day was greeted with a large fry up and a very sombre limo ride back to Galway despite the free flowing champagne.
