Mad Hen Party

Collect 12 girls in a Manchester apartment.  Add a Mad Men dress code, cake and booze, and loud music.  The following photos document the resulting anarchy.

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My dear friend Toni will be marrying her soulmate a week today and I was lucky enough to be present at her last official weekend of singledom.

The evening began with tea and cakes in the Northern Quarter’s Sugar Junction, where we ladies dined on sandwiches, scones, and blue macaroons, tucking our napkins, pouring vanilla tea, engaging in polite conversation.

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When our delicate(!) appetites were sated we walked to a nearby apartment, played games and drank fizz.  In one particular activity, Toni had to successfully guess who had bought her particular pairs of pants – or face a forfeit.  Some guests had evidently battled to buy the most disgusting, sexually deviant pants they could find (my cute bicycle-print pants were put to shame).  It was the first time I’d ever seen pants with bells attached.  Possibly the last.

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From there, the night went downhill, and fast.  New alliances were made over shots.  Tune of the night: Daft Punk’s Get Lucky.  We danced like maniacs.  It was a night to remember.

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Not that we needed to remember any of it, of course.  It’s all here, in the photos.  Here’s a selection of my faves.

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