Hen night for chicks

I've been asked to be the bridesmaid, wedding's emcee and organiser of hen nights so many times that it is not funny anymore. You know the saying - always the bridesmaid, never the bride. However when my best friend F asked me to be the maid of honour, it is an honourable duty that I'd gladly undertake, swearing this is the last f%ckin' time I'm pleading a room full of unwilling strangers to toast 'yum seng' to an even more reluctant wedding couple.

Va bene, we've got the tailored bridesmaid dress and sari - checked. We've got the wild hen night over with - checked. That just leaves the wedding rehearsal this weekend -superb. Oh, did i mention how wild was the hen night festa last Saturday? The theme I dictated was "Naughty, Sexy, Bitchy" and pre-party drinks soon culminated into a closed-doors giggles-a-minute lingerie soiree within the hotel suite. The climax was when F unveiled the gigantic cioccolato cake shaped like a 12-inch penis replete with a throbbing marzapan red head, 2 crunchy choc-mousse balls and a moss of unkept pubic 'hair'. We all collapsed into a heap of laughter as F stepped up to 'blow' the candle and lick the mayo off the head. Fantastico!

Then the stripping game of 'Gay Boy' was introduced and within 30mins, the room was filled with screaming naked ladies - some whom have only met one other for the first time. It was indeed a cosy and close encounter. Ha. I think that's the beauty of friendship among women. We are trusting, tolerant, generous and did I mention insane? Well done girls - you've just provided me enough materials to bribe you for the next 30 years!

Moving on, work has been craaazy with projects pouring in and our company's repute got another boost when we were featured in a magazine lately. I think I'll have to turn down the invitation to lecture part-time at a local polytechnic although it'd please me no end to torture a bunch of F&B trade professionals in the name of academia. A new men's magazine also asked me to contribute an opinion piece - and for once, I'm stumped for words. Si, me the ever motor mouth blogger. What should I comment on? hmm, I don't want to sound stupido to the intellectuals reading it. Any suggestions, email me per favore. Grazie.

As November draws to an end, I'm winding down another fulfilling year with an avventura in Indochina, covering the magnificent Sieam Reap in Cambodia, Vientiane and Vang Vieng in Laos, Udon Thani border of Thai and then NYE in Bangkok. I promised A that I'd be his bodyguard and chaperon - all he needs to do is carry my bag. Ooh I can't wait to go trigger happy at Angkor Wat - now all I need is a Xmas gift of a decent camera to myself and have placed the order for the new slick yet classic G7 Canon. For a self-confessed aspiring photographer, I can't keep borrowing my friends' cameras right?