Hen Night!

So on Friday, 14th April, we had a hen night (my first ever) to celebrate my school friend Ruchi's wedding - the one that took place in January that i blogged about later. This was the evening before my flight to Calcutta.

It was fun! We didn't do the whole male strippers routine - because we don't see anything appealing about the naked male body - sorry guys! - especially someone we don't know well, whose features we may not like, and who can't turn us on with his witty and gripping intellect. Give us male courtesans anyway - who drive us crazy with a glance, a dimple, a gentle lingering protective touch on the small of our backs... ooooh!!!!

BUT BUT BUT we did have budday party food - which is an obssession with me and my girlfriends - budday party food and New Yorkers. That included, Goriawalla's eggless chocolate cake, banana wafers, (for the Jain) chutney sandwiches, dhoklas, (for the Gujjus) and baked biscuit chaat (instead of Papdi - for the dieters).

So after the initial "Surprise!" and gossip, we commenced the games. We had emailed her husband for his responses to our formulated questions for a "How well do you know your husband?" game, encompassing pretty much their entire sex life and assorted quirks, and she was to take a shot for every question she got wrong. And damn, for someone who met her husband 6 times, before a wedding after 3 weeks, and an LDR pretty much for about 2.5 months so far, she knew him pretty DAMN well!!! So she hardly got buzzed grrrrrr.

Then we played a C-grade Hindi songs Dumb Charades. This included "Guttar guttar", "Sarkailo Khatiya Jaada lage," "Dhak dhak karne laga", "Maang meri bharo", "Oh mummy mummy" etc. There were about 8 songs.

There are assorted games people play, like blowing bananas, guessing condom flavours, etc., coming up with innovative sexual positions, pictionary/taboo but these were too gross/crass for the myriad sensibilities gathered there that night.

After some more chitchatting, we went to Red Lite for a bit, where an inevitable annoyance in the form of a lascivious male was encountered, (poor things, I suppose one cant diss them for trying their luck, though "There's a private party going on inside, they won't let you in: maybe you can come with me and we can have our own private party" was a bit too frickin' lame, if not offensive, when thrown at a complete stranger) the snap below was taken. Some of the others didn't end up coming there, for various reasons. After, we chatted at Nariman Point before the police came and shooed us away.

Then I had to stumble into bed and wake up 4.5 hours later to catch my flight to Calcutta. I need my sleep!!!!!

Hey, someone care to tell me what goes on at bachelor parties???

(I'm still in denial that you're leaving Ruchi- and maybe that's why I'm being evil about being in touch. I don't want to feel like you're going away so I have to try to spend as much time as possible with you - though I know I'll regret it later.)