Although I might not necessarily want you to know all the sordid details, here's a glimpse of the storm after the calm. I suppose some might argue that your last night as a single woman actually happened way back, right before you met your now fiance


but why split hairs? 

Maid of honour is the culprit behind everyone wearing a veil that night. Mind you the veils must be hand made. The theme was black with a pinch of gold and silver, but as bride to be, I can pretty much do whatever the heck i want, so i wore...........white instead.

The night started off tame enough with our three course dinner with everyone chatting away. Not everyone knew everyone, some were my best friends from school, some good friends from work, some travel buddies, so I made all my bridesmaids gave speeches, some were very very sweet and some very very honest.


I'd like to think that i have the kind of friends everyone should have; people who like the same party places i do, who are up for adventure at any time, who knows my emergency contact numbers and most importantly, who are okay with leaving a place whenever i say i have to go, even if they are having a really good time. Awww I LOVE MY GIRLS & 'GIRLS' !!!

Second part of the night ensued chaos. Some psy DJ was playing that night. Of course we started off  at our own private spot by the corner, shaking our heads rapidly from side to side, letting the music splash around inside us. Pretty soon after, it was as if we had been given fresh shots of adrenalin, jumping up and down in time to the music. We were kinda cute on the dance floor, wearing full faces of make up, heels, veils, forming a circle with me in the middle doing some shit moves. I probably got a lap dance or two, pretty sure there was some gropping, squeezing, rubbing and thats all im going to tell you...