Mimi V a writer, social media manager, foodie, music lover, and mum, currently residing in Sydney with Mr V, two little Vs and doggy V.
Published October 8th 2012
Allegedly Australia's number 1 hen's night entertainment
Puppetry of the Penis private parties
I booked a Puppetry of the Penis private party for my hen's night for a couple of reasons. Firstly, I hate male strippers. I just don't see the point – I find them as sexy as a plate of cold baked beans so, yeah, not very sexy at all. I did want to do something hen's night-ish, but I wanted it to be a bit less run-of-the-mill, I suppose.
I stumbled across the Puppetry of the Penis website and found that the 'masterminds' (ahem) behind the original live stage show have started training other guys with similar skills in the penis artistry department to share 'talents' with hens across Sydney. The website boasted: "You can see this hilarious show in the comfort of your own home." This sounded perfect, just the right level of hen's night silliness that I was looking for.
Puppetry of the Penis - it's all a bit cloak and dagger. Image courtesy of Puppetry of the Penis Private Parties
[ADVERT]We contacted them via the form on their website and booking was all very easy and straight forward. They offer a dinner and dance package where your show is held at a nightclub, and you get a two-course dinner and access to the nightclub afterwards for $71 per head. We already had a venue picked and arranged, and other activities happening, so we decided to have our puppeteer come to us and do the show there, which costs $19.50 per head. For the package price you get a 15 – 20 minute show, featuring 25 tricks, audience participation for the hen (optional, and no touching), photo opportunities, and a Q&A session afterwards. They also do combined hen's and buck's nights. The mind boggles.
All we needed to do was let them know the time, date, numbers and venue details, and they would do the rest. Unlike most stripper services, they didn't offer a photo of our puppeteer in advance, and we didn't ask. Perhaps we should have, but more about that later. We paid a deposit in advance, and then the rest in cash on the night.
The 'great' reveal @ my Puppetry of the Penis hen's party
On the night of the hen's party, Jason, our puppeteer arrived at the allotted time, and everything was very cloak and dagger. Literally. He was wearing a cloak, dark glasses (inside a darkened restaurant) and a hat with the brim pulled down right over his forehead. It was certainly an "interesting" look, but did make us wonder if he had something to hide. It turns out that when he pulled back his cloak, and did the big reveal, he probably should have hidden it. Cue peels of laughter from us hens, that didn't stop until long after he had left the venue. On their website they offer the following (tongue in cheek) disclaimer: "WARNING!!! Shows may contain traces of nuts and might be slightly shorter in winter." I will say no more on that subject.
Jason, our woefully endowed puppet master @ at my Puppetry of the Penis hen's party
Once we'd composed ourselves (or kind of), after the initial shock revelation, Jason began the puppetry. Having never attended one of the live theatre shows, I had an idea of what to expect – "Puppetry of the Penis," does what it says on the tin, right? Well yes, but there's nothing that can prepare you for the spectacle of a man in a hat, sunglasses and a cloak (with shoes, I might add) yanking himself into a menagerie of bizarre shapes like The Crane. I am not sure why a person would want to contort themselves like this, but when asked in the Q&A session how and why he got into it, Jason said that he saw the POTP guys do their stuff and thought "I could do that." Of course, that makes perfect sense. Not.
Sammy and Nacho of Puppetry of the Penis. Image courtesy of Puppetry of the Penis
This has to have been one of the weirdest (in a kind of gross way) and most inherently funny experiences of my life. Ever. Sexy? No. Laugh out loud until your sides hurt, and there are tears streaming down your cheeks? You bet. Another one to tick off the bucket list, to be sure.
So tell us, what did you do for your hen's night, and was it fun?