country entertainment for ladies

Jenn just had one major surreal night out and discovered what passes for entertainment for farmers wives and rural folk.

It all began a few weeks ago when Jenns sister, Louise, rushed in the house waving a creased up sheet of paper 'Look, school fundraiser, its a Ladies night at the village hall. Do you want to go?'. The only thing to say was yes.

Now, bare in mind we live in what appears to be the middle of nowhere, it was amazing when the night rolled around and we made our way in the starry mid winters night the 3 km to Flemington Village Hall to see cars and women strewn everywhere. Not one man in sight and all the ladies dressed out for a big night clutching bags that chinked ominously all with a crazy determined look in their eyes. In the village hall – you've all been to one and this one was no different right down to the slightly musty smell, old faded curtains and toilets that gave up flushing after the third go – along one wall in the space between the kitchen door and the Ladies were two trestle tables adorned with creams, potions, fluffy pink things and massive great big vibrators. OMG. It was one of those parties! This was the first of its kind in Ashburton, let alone the rest of the South Island. The sales pitch started the wine flowed and much laughing and shrieking and cackling occurred and more wine flowed.

And then the entertainment properly started. Its the Kiwi way – they make their own – a chap and one of the school teachers proceeded to sing the night away with a karaoke machine and a disc of kiwi pop classics from back in the day. More wine flowed, many impulse purchases were made and more wine was drunk. And then the dancing began. It was awsome apparantly. Jenn and Louise had a good time.

Lets hope the fundraising was successful. Judging by the queue of ruddy faced, wobbling very happy ladies clutching their credit cards it will be.