All In all it had been a very hectic but satisfying few months but we had a few more days to get through before things were finally as they should be and as such I knew it was time for us to get up.

I rolled on to my side and took in the beautiful woman in my bed. She looked peaceful now but was sure she would feel terrible once I woke her but we had things to do so I reached out and squeezed her shoulder.

“Andy we need to get up, we have a lot to do.”

The same time at Andy and Rachel’s house:-

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Alice, Carmen, Kit, jenny, Dana and I sat around the island in Rachel’s kitchen feeding her the strongest coffee we could brew. She looked awful, if possible worse than when she had first woke me this morning by jumping out of the bed I had shared with her last night to make a mad dash to the bathroom to puke more than anyone I had seen since I was a college freshman.

Once she was done she lay down resting her head on the cool tiles before fixing me with a glare and mustering the energy to speak.

“Oh you guys are so dead, we told you we would be spending the weekend together before the wedding, what is with you all and this stupid tradition? And don’t you think it was a bit much to get us so drunk we could have got alcohol poisoning and died just to separate us?”

I just laughed and helped of the floor holding her robe for her before we made it down to the others who had coffee waiting for her on our arrival.

Truth be told we all drank a little to much last night. It had been the pre wedding party, as Andy liked to call it; she refused to call it a bacholorette and we vetoed the British term hen Night so that is what it had been officially labelled during preparations.

Bette, Shane and Alice had done a good job and everyone had a good time, I am sure the photos would make us laugh for hours. However the real reason behind the debauchery was to separate the two lovebirds on there wedding weekend.