Hen's, condoms and vacuums.
August 24th 2010 01:06
I decided before attending my first hen’s night a few days ago, to look up the origins of this fascinating rite of passage. I found out that many years ago a stuffy Dutchman, expecting nothing less than Prince Charming for his spoiled offspring of a daughter, was at best disappointed by her choice in suitors; a poor miller having not much to offer in the way of a dowry.
The well-intentioned friends of the Dutchman’s daughter decided to mend fences and showed up on her doorstep laden with gifts and crafts to try and bridge the gap between the miller’s miniscule possessions, and the expectations of the father. It worked, and thus began the story of the pre-nuptial gathering of women, gifts and frivolity.
So you must understand my confusion when (seated next to my mother-in-law I might add) I had not predicted that we would be, oh, how should I say this...smelling prophylactic contraceptive devices to guess the flavour, for a prize. And the worst part is I only guessed three out of five correct; who would have thought you could get the smell of kiwi into one of those things?
So after many games like making a wedding dress out of toilet paper and moulding various objects out of Play-Dough – with one attempt at a “vacuum” looking a little too structurally close to a part of the male anatomy – it was time for gifts.
There were the usual negligees, panties and oils, and one gift in particular that if I were to explain it here, they would have to put an “R” rating on the column. But it did serve as the catalyst for some of the best laughs I’ve had in a long time.
So although I’m sure the Dutchman’s daughter didn’t receive g-strings and body paint, the foundation of what they started all of those years ago still continues; to bring people together in support of a love story.
And isn’t that what it’s all about anyway?
image credit: Really Long Link cards
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