I’m not wrong; the hen party turns out to be as raucous as they come, with the bride-to-be being set various tasks, dares and good, old-fashioned drinking games. The gaggle of drunk women is thankfully being herded by a very sober mother and future mother-in-law which keeps things from getting too out of hand, but as the group moves onto shots and their volume increases, I’m not sure how long the restraint will hold.
One a.m. finds us mopping sticky floors, wiping down the booths and tables, and moaning about crazy females who can’t hold their liquor. Sam and Bailey are arguing about who is going to clean up the delightful mess left in the ladies’ bathroom while I feel relieved that I’m getting out of that one. When at last the bar is back to rights, we troop out into the night, and once
