Surprisingly, no dicks were in sight that night.
So it all started when my ex-colleague, Nurul (4th from the left) was getting married in March. Of course, when you put a group of ladies up for wedding talks late one night, one thing led to another and we were planning a hen party for this lovely Muslim girl.
Naturally, the first thing I had in mind was to bring in an oiled up, shirtless Mexican fireman, with chiseled hair and perfect teeth.
I've already had the perfect opening line in mind,
"How many Mexicans does it take to put out a fire?"
But with respect to Nurul and her family's conservative culture, I begrudgingly agreed to let go of that idea. Adios, Juan! *sob**sob*
Anyway, the party was pretty simple enough. One of the girls had volunteered to host the party in her apartment, some will take care of the food, and to order cupcakes (the nice ones!), while the others took care of the decoration and luring Nurul to the party.
So it was the day of the party. I was coming straight back from another event in Johor Bahru and I was racing against time through the highway to get back home, collect the balloons, and rush off to Shah Alam.
Meanwhile, two of our ladies were taking Nurul out, supposedly for a cuppa in Shah Alam, when they drove to a quieter side of town. Needless to say, the bride-to-be was quite suspicious while the rest of us were frantically setting the place up with the food and decorations.
Between setting up the place and distracting the bride, there were lots of things going on like, at one point, Chyna, one of the girls accompanying Nurul had to make an excuse that she needed to poop so she supposedly disappeared and she was helping us out in the venue. Eventually, Nurul started asking if the girl was pooping bricks and that was when we knew Chyna had to finish up her 'business' and get back down there. It was quite hilarious.
By the time I arrived, my car was full of pink and white helium balloons. Holding them was quite a sight and people stared wherever I go. I knew I had to walk over to the condo without being seen by the bride. Trouble is, I didn't know where she was, but she was around the area where I'm supposed to walk.
I had to take the leap of faith and run to the other side with the balloons and hide behind a nearby restaurant.
Trying to keep a low profile with 20 helium balloons floating over me.
I stood there for nearly 10 minutes, waiting for one of the girls to fetch me up the condo unit because you need and access card for that. On the inside, I was secretly panicking that even Google satelite could pick me out, let alone the bride.
Finally, someone brought me up and we were putting the final touches to the place.
Finally, we were ready. One of us was to go down 'by coincidence' and meet up with them and to invite them up to hang out.
Meanwhile, we turned on the fairy lights, turned off the lights and hid in the back room.
Aww... that's the reaction we were hoping to get. The moment we turned the lights on, and she saw everyone, including the food and decorations, she just broke down, it was so sweet.
After all that hoo hah, it was time to party!
Congratulations to the Bride-to-be! May your marriage bring you lots of happiness, blessings, and a lifetime of fantastic sex. Love you babe!
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