One week after the Hen's Night for CutLuce, the obligatory Buck's Night for DesignerMonkey rolled around. This time it was DeepSpice's turn to be dragged into various drunken misadventures all in the name of 'living it up one last time before being shackled for eternity to the love of one's life'. (In contrast, I got to go out for nice and civilised -- although sadly alcohol-free for me -- dinner party at Gran and GrandPaul's house with several other friends who I had not seen for some time.)
Personally, I don't understand the whole Hen's / Buck's night thing. If you are voluntarily and willingly marrying the one you love, surely it is contradictory to have a wild night out so you can engage in all those things you are supposedly going to have to give up. If you feel you are giving something up, then why get married?
Anyway, DeepSpice drank a few beers, had a few good conversations (many with Wigward apparently) and generally participated in the 'sociological experiences' that typically occur when a Buck's night pub crawl bumps into a Hen's night pub crawl.
As DeepSpice left with Wigward at about 11.30 pm, the others were allegedly egging DesignerMonkey on to his next challenge: to pole-dance on the steps of Parliament House. Interesting... last time I looked there weren't really any poles as such outside Parliament House.
I got home from my dinner engagement (child-free for a night as BallFiend was staying over at Gran and GrandPaul's), then promptly had to drive out again to collect DeepSpice as the buses had stopped running for the night and the tram had only got him half-way home.
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