Hens and Stags

So as I was saying, our friends Julie and Jesse are getting married in Switzerland in two weeks. And because every couple deserves a final bash before the big leap, we decided to throw them a party before they left. Of course with the groom being American, the bride being Swiss and the guests being Swiss, French, Dutch and British, there was some confusion as to the intention of the night - for the Americans it was a Bachelor(ette) party, for the French an 'Enterrement de vie de Jeune Fille/Garcon' (which means the burial of your former, younger, more fabulous life - my personal cynical favourite) and for the British it was a Hen/Stag night. Of course the party happened at our house and I was in charge of the T-shirts etc, so the Hens and Stags won.

There is something to be said about being under the French influence though - between the delicious food from Romain, Caroline and John's fabulous French food shop (including home made Foie Gras), Nico's wine and champagne at cost price and Marine's INCREDIBLE cooking skills, we had a very civilised dinner. And of course I suppose there is also something to be said about having a party now that we are older - no more giant pots of pasta ladled straight from the pan and, more importantly, people actually helped clean up at the end! Long gone are the days of waking up to innumerable cans of beer and cigarette butts strewn around the place...

Anyway, we had personalised cupcakes, Mr and Mrs games, and even a girls vs boys challenge planned, but we never got that far, preferring to don the costumes right there on the roof and dance around looking ridiculous instead. You could even say we partied like it was 1999 - as in when Krusty and I still had enough energy to stay up dancing until 5.30 am...

It wasn't our strongest photographical effort, but here are a few examples anyway...