I survived two bridal showers yesterday, and I have concluded there is nothing louder than a hen party. The din is dreadful….and they were not drinking alcohol. They could probably hear me better (thru the amps) than I could hear myself. 🙂
The only rooster party I can remember was a dinner for Budweiser salespeople (only one was a woman). I expected a bawdy, drunken mob, and they were one of the most quiet, polite audiences I ever had… perfect gentlemen…plus they paid me more than I charged…and they were not drinking anything alcoholic. Maybe that kept them quiet…great planning!