Birds of a feather

I can't believe it is already Thanksgiving Day! Where has all the time gone?!? I can't even believe it's Thursday, never mind Thanksgiving!!!! So it's Turkey Day again, which is in theme with our subject of the day: Birds, or in this case Hens. Ah yes, I went away for a hen party last weekend (still think I'm recovering) and I must say it just always amazes me how different Anglo-Saxon culture is to the rest of Europe, or the world for that matter. I have been to other hen parties before, but it continues to amaze me what different people define as both "FUN" and "ACCEPTABLE". I am not a prude mind you, contrary to what those who don't know me too well may think. No, I like to have fun, but to go out before your wedding day, the day you will promise to be forever with the man you supposedly love, and then to proceed to embarrass yourself and kiss strange men because, well it's the last time you'll have the chance to do so, I don't know, but I just find it all a bit too strange. Of course this was not what was going on at our party. But exactly because this was not what we were doing while all the rest of the Hens were, well, shall we say enjoying there last night of freedom very openly, we sort of stood out like a sore thumb. It was almost as if we were from another plant, not just another country. Even our waitress felt pity for us and decided to help us have a "Proper" hen party by having the other Hens in the restaurant write tasks for poor little Rasha. While we appreciated her help, I can assure you that only half of the tasks got done, as the others were just too shocking for words (even though you could obviously see the other hens enjoying their tasks). But the funny thing is that while others may have thought that we were strange, and needed to be taught how to have fun, we were actually having a good time, just talking, laughing and dancing amongst ourselves. We had a really great weekend without any need to go embarrass ourselves, nor cheat on the groom-to-be, so why is it that we were looked upon as something strange and abnormal? Does this prove that birds of a feather really do flock together? And if so, does that mean that the Anglo-Birds really are different from the rest of the world? It's a scary thought, if you think of the implications, but let's not, and just think of turkey instead: Happy Thanksgiving everyone!