I went out last night. To a hen's night, for a very close friend who's getting married in 3 weeks. We started off with drinks upstairs at a swanky pub called Bungalow8. It was full of eastern suburbs princesses in expensive dresses and expensive shoes. Excellent people watching.
We were actually having a lovely time until "management" came over and asked my friend not to wear the veil (a tasteful white and silver sparkly one!) I'd bought for her. Apparently this establishment has a "no veils on Fridays and Saturday nights" policy.
Pah! The place was full of post-races women in dodgy fascinators and, hello, what if you're Muslim? Are you allowed to wear a veil?!! Bit silly, since we weren't being loud or obnoxius in any way, my mate just had a hen's veil on. Little do they know they picked on a group full of journos and editors - see next week's Sunday papers...!
After that we went to a "club" called Retro, that has three (or four?) floors of, yes, retro music. We'd planned on hitting the 80s level (natch) but it was full, so we headed to 90s.
I had a really nice night but can I say ... stone-cold sobre and sporting a 5-month baby bump it is a bloody weird experience to be out in such a joint dancing!!