A few of us started off by getting dinner at Friday's before joining everyone else for jugs of cocktails at Wetherspoons and then onto Popworld after that. Popworld was the bit that I was most worried about but it was good, albeit a little louder than I would have liked. We had our own little cordoned off VIP area, which was really cool, and it came with sweets and lots of booze. (Seriously, so much booze! We had a bottle of Prosecco, a bottle of vodka, cans of Red Bull, and some kind of mixed vodka orange drink.) I avoided the vodka, Red Bull, and mixed drink, but I did add popping candy to my glass of Prosecco and was very pleased with the results.
It being a hen night, of course, there were the usual obligatory penis straws and a Pin the Cock on the Naked Man game. But other than that it was fairly tame. (Do you like how I'm acting like some hen party veteran here, despite the fact that this was the first one I've ever actually been on? I've watched TV. I know how these things go!)
I had to leave around 11:30 to get the last train back, which was probably a good thing because I was reaching my limit by that point. I think if I'd stayed till 2:30 it would have definitely stopped being fun. I am glad I was there long enough to dance to Tragedy by Steps though. I almost never dance, but there are a few songs where I think it's the law that if you were a teenager in the 90s in Britain you have to jump up whenever they come on and Tragedy is definitely one of them.
Overall it was a really good evening. And I didn't feel as drunk as I thought I would. But that might be because the cocktails in Wetherspoons are about 95% sugar and only 5% actual alcohol.
Although that does bring me to the only downside of the evening, which was when one of my friends told me that another of our friends had been pouring other drinks into my wine at a birthday party we were at last year. Other friend denies this and I hope it's not true because that's a really shitty thing to do, but it does seem likely. I remember being sick that night and the next day I felt worse than I have ever felt before after a night of drinking. I couldn't understand why, because I really didn't think I'd had that much, but if someone had been spiking my drink without my knowledge that would certainly explain it.