no bunny suits..

Loreen had instructed quite clearly that there were to be no strippers. She also instructed in perfect French ("I'm not wearing the fucking bunny suit") that she might not be pleased if she had to wear a bunny suit.

If it were anyone else, literally anyone else, I would have picked up the phone and booked a naked fireman without losing two winks of sleep. But for those of you who don't know Loreen, she is described by her own fiance as "obsessive, compulsive, fierce". And that's an understatement.

So without pushing the issue of the "fucking bunny suit" much further (read: at all), we convinced Loreen to don the cutest set of bunny ears, a little bow tie and the cutest of cute fluffy tail *yay*... how cute does she look??

With the hen appropriately dressed, we headed out for a night of good food, copious amounts of bubbly, and somewhat average music. It was good girly fun, so completely underrated!

More photos here.

Incidentally, we spent the day lazing at the Le Kalon Spa, closed to the public for 6 hours for our private function and it was the most chill-axing day of pampering ever. Highly recommended if you are having a party of about 10 girls.