I am chicken, a big fat chicken, about the hen and the hen is tonight. Now it’s not a hen as you know it, dear reader, there will be nary a nylon veil or a L sign in sight and the most exciting thing about it all is the outfit I picked up for half nothing in the sales. We’re going to dinner in the wonderful Fallon and Byrne’s on Exchequer Street, Dublin 2 and then hopefully onto (via a few pubs) to Renards, or similar ancient haunts (part of me wants to hit the Gaiety for old time’s sake but really don’t think it’s a good idea.)
But whenever people have to be in one place at one time, problems arise. My sister has opted out of any organisation for the Hen, and insists that far from ringing ahead we should just take pot luck; she thinks it’s all a bit ridiculous (her own hen was planned with the kind of military precision that would make Poland nervous.) Two cousins and an old schoolfriend have opted out. Another friend is narked because I’m not having it two days before the wedding, when she’s be home from Australia. I’m stuck in work, my Best Friend and Mother are the only sane people as far as I can see and I feel faintly embarrassed that my Future Sisters in law will be looking at about four people who consider themselves friends.
I hate in equal measure events that are organized around me, and having to organize them. Am I the only bride in the world who is organizing her own hen? Best Friend would have done so, but she has a hellish month in work and two dotey little girls to look after and she’s done her best. Mother is 76 and only coming for the meal. Sister, aka chief bridesmaid, couldn’t be arsed and I am a sad, sad person to be worrying about silly stuff like this. But I really wish Mr BB could be at my hen, instead of cooking dinner for the men in the family in our house.
So apart from feeling wibbly about the hen, our church musician emailed to say she didn’t really read our list properly and has not got the sheet music for the Handel Allegro Maestro from the Water Music and can I send it to her. I managed to reply without saying eff off and do something for the money we’re paying you as up til now she’s seemed lovely and today may be an aberration. But really, for the money I’d have thought she would have found the damn thing for us. And I did make it oh so clear, underlined, drew attention to and put in bold “Allegro Maestro”!
Well my wedding dress fits, the Bridesmaids will be done on Wednesday, the suits are ordered and most things are under control. Organizing the wedding is not as bad as organising a blooming hen lol.
