Hens Night!

Well after an afternoon of culture, it was time to prepare for a night of shenanigans. My one relative in London (yes, I do have a blood relative here!) had her Hens Night in Soho in Meza; the tapas bar/restaurant where Spuey gave £5 to the toilet assistant because he thought he had to tip.

I played the responsible cousin who ensured that my blood relative peed when she needed to pee and prevented any vomiting indoors. However, I did not manage to stop her from getting up on the table and dancing like a drunkard.

Of course this was a golden opportunity to take a photo :D

No vomiting occurred until the end of the night and was restricted to the entrance of the bar. I'm pretty sure she has now has been blacklisted from re-entering this venue. A rather subdued night, I would say, as the little bride had to leave and rest her pretty head. Good luck with the wedding, dear cuz!