It started with having a long weekend. Now by long I am not referring to a 3 or 4 day weekend. I mean a weekend full of fun and excitment, and as most know when a weekend is jam packed with those two attributes sleep is rare.
On Saturday it was my friends Hens Party. So Friday evening I was round at my cousins helping set up - blowing up lots of balloons and what-not. Saturday morning I was up bright and early, 9am, straight into the shower, quickly getting my things together and then off to my cousins to do some more work. Although, suprisingly, this work was the fun kind. After about 5 hours of work it was time to get all pretty in our dresses and makeup, and we can't forget the hair.
We were all ready to go, just had to wait for the mechanical bull to arrive and be set up and for all the guests to arrive before the Bride-To-Be. The Cheeky Bugger who arrived with the mechanical bull expected us pretty ladies - who had just spent about 2 hours getting ready - to help carry in the bull and set it up.
"Oh, I was expecting there to be some men here..." - The Cheeky Bugger.
The night did end up going off without a problem. Everyone had a load of fun riding the bull and interacting with other guests. We played some exciting games and eventually all went our seperate ways. The majority of us wenting partying up in Albany until about 2.30am and then a few of us headed of to town.
When I finally arrived home at 4.30am, I ate a pie and drank a glass of Chocolate milk and went to bed. Woke myself up at 9am to go get my stuff from my cousins and never went back to sleep that day until 9.30pm.
So really my week has been dragging on, so far, as I am exhausted. Self enflicted.
Hopefully the days will start to get shorter, otherwise I might just go crazy!
