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Hen Weekend
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When I was in England this summer (god, I wish I was still in England), my cousin’s wife informed me that she was sorry she couldn’t attend a BBQ with me because she was off to Glasgow for a hen weekend. I must have looked puzzled because she added, “you know, a weekend trip with the ladies! Just us hens.”
A hen weekend! I love it.
This Friday, Saturday, and Sunday I will be enjoying a fantastic hen weekend with some very lovely ladies, including three former co-workers. We are heading north into the White Mountains of New Hampshire to celebrate a friend’s 30th birthday in style. And by style, I mean pajamas and paper cups of wine. We’ll also throw in some kayaking, geocaching, a waterfall, a couple of great meals, and a little outlet shopping to round things off.
I was telling someone at lunch today that I would need to bolt after the last bell on Friday to get on the road before traffic becomes unbearable. She asked what kind of camping equipment I was bringing and I just stared at her blankly. “Oh. I don’t… camp.” I could actually feel the distaste as I said the word camp. No, friends, I do not camp. It’s not that I don’t see some of the romance potential in it- sleeping out under the bright stars, alone in the wilderness, communing with nature. It’s more that I hate being uncomfortable, sleeping on the ground, not taking showers, and the idea of bugs, snakes, and bears being in such close proximity with nothing to protect me but some flimsy nylon.
Nope. Definitely not for me.
Luckily, we have rented a house that sleeps ten so there will be plenty of room. We will also be well stocked with delicious fall beers, stuff to grill, and baked goods. Because what kind of birthday would be complete without funfetti cupcakes? Really now.
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Camping is Motel 6. The end.
Oh my goodness, this sounds lovely!
xox
Once, another couple asked us if we camped, and JG was all enthusiastically nodding, and I cut in, “But I NEED a real bathroom with showers.” And the other couple was like, “Oh, we’ve NEVER camped without a bathroom!” So, apparently, I am rugged! I do like sleeping in the fresh air.
This sounds awesome. Enjoy your hen weekend!
Sounds wonderful! And I don’t camp either. I like to shower.
I camp. In my bed that is. That’s the only place I’ll really ever camp.
Have a great weekend (and make sure to have some pumpkin beer)!
I’m all for camping without the camping. Say hi to NH for me. Not that, you know, it’s not five minutes away.
I can get down with camping, but only if it’s warm outside. Cold weather and I do not get along.
Have a great time on your hen weekend!
I’m not a fan of camping either. When I was a kid, we were always being dragged around on school trips to the woods, which I remember as mainly consisting of sitting on a damp long roasting a marshmallow on the end of a dirty stick that someone just tore off a tree, and then spending the rest of the day with soggy butt jeans.
I have camped. However, I was much younger then and my mother made me do it. I have no problem with exploring nature as long as I don’t have to spend too much time outside. Sleeping under the stars does sound romantic but it is very uncomfortable.
Your hen weekend sounds very fun. What exactly is geocaching? This confuses me.
I consider staying at anything less than 4 star “camping.”