Pam has asked us not to film the ceremony

It was interesting to reveal to people that I was going on a Hen Weekend. Their reactions usually went along the lines of:

'Are you sure you don't mean stag weekend?'

This of course was met with a:

'No, if I had meant stag weekend, I would have used the word stag, which is quite a different word, what with it starting, ending and containing completely different letters than the word hen and denoting a completely different animal and gender of animal.'

This was usually followed by something along the lines of:

'Boys don't traditionally go on Hen Weekends'

Which I was sharply able to counter with:

'Well, girls don't traditionally marry other girls either though, so in this case we can simply dispense with the tradition and just enjoy ourselves.'

Other person left saying 'ah', red-faced; pointless conversation terminated.

The weekend was marvellous by the way. Clay Pigeons got shot and the clutch on a Land Rover got severely singed as we almost buried the thing in mud, whilst driving blindfold in a field. Haven't had so much fun (or sparkling, grape-derived beverages) in a long time. I knew some, had met others briefly before and yet more others were total strangers, but everyone got on famously (probably owing to having some boys around!) and by the end of the weekend we had decided that we had become the Hen Clique and would not really bother speaking to anyone else come the wedding itself. In fact, we might call eachother Heather and have done with it.

Outfit buying this weekend. Got to find something in black, white or a mix of both to go along with the imposed theme. Oh and I must get a gift off the internet. Rather looking forward to the whole thing! Although I might avoid talking about it lest someone is to utter the question, 'so who do you know at this wedding, the bride or the groom?'