The other week was the last UK bank holiday weekend until Christmas. It also marked four weeks until our wedding day, which in turn could only mean one thing.
My hen party.
Please note: This post is going to be incredibly picture heavy.
I’m going to go out on a limb here and say that a hen party is the exact same thing as a bachelorette party, just with a different name.
My hen was split up into three different parts.
Friday—a night in with three of my best friends, organised by the lot of them.
Saturday—an afternoon/evening in London, organised by FSIL.
Sunday—a mini cocktail party at my parents’ house, organised by my mum.
I arrived at my friend’s house on Friday night and was greeted by sparking wine, phallic-shaped chocolates and confetti, Spice Girls on repeat, and this…
A hot tub.
Not wanting to drunkenly break our iPhones, we opted to forget about photos that evening, and instead just enjoy bathing in the hot water, drinking, and gossiping. I hadn’t seen all these girls in one room together since last Christmas (maybe even longer??) and I was happy.
Of course, I was even happier when we all snuggled up on the couch and whacked on Magic Mike. Nothing like half a dozen male strippers on a 50-inch plasma to fully kick off the weekend! Matt Bomer…mmmm.
We awoke the next morning surprisingly bright and early with very mild headaches. Nothing a quick sausage and bacon sandwich couldn’t fix. And then we were out the door and on our way to London Town.
Dressed in a veil and tiara, I did get quite a few weird looks on the train. And it probably didn’t help that we were all rather excited and being a bit of a nuisance. Never mind. I only get to do this once.
Some ladies did look at us and smile, though. They wished me congratulations and said they hoped we had an excellent day. Who said all southerners were miserable?!
When we arrived in London the first thing we needed to do was get into the map. How else would we find the nearest bar??
Obviously it worked, because we were drinking Prosecco a mere 10 minutes later. Cheers!
There was only one more thing I needed to do before meeting up with the rest of the party. You see, I’d heard from one of my many sources that a Blue Box had been spotted at Earls Court and, well, I had to go and see it myself.
The Doctor wasn’t there…he must have been off saving the city to ensure disaster didn’t strike over my hen weekend. He’s a good’un, that Doctor…
Safe in the knowledge that London wouldn’t be destroyed today, we made our way to Mayfair and to Homemade London where FSIL had arranged a craft party!
All the girls were there, and the room was set up so pretty!
We drank champagne and ate cakes…
…and got to work on decorating knickers!!
We had two hours to complete them, but I spent the majority of those two hours chatting and drinking, so I only ended up with “bride” written across the back of mine.
The other girls, though, managed to do a bit more than me!
Beth would like me to point out that although she is holding them, she did not create the crotch-less panties.
We all got together for a group photo and naturally put the knickers on our heads.
Afterward we headed to a cocktail bar for even more drinks!! I had to include this photo. I love it so much. Not even the rain could ruin this day!
At the cocktail bar I was presented with a drink. This time I was given a “Small Dark and Handsome” (a shot of Kahlúa) as a nod to my tiny groom.
We played games. Drinking games and “how well do you know Jack?” games. Out of the 20 questions I was asked, I got 16 right. Technically 17—but because Jack doesn’t know how tall he is and “his answer goes” I still had to do a forfeit. For every question I got wrong, I picked out of a hat either a confession or a dare. For every question I got right, I got to pick one for one of the other girls. It was very fun.
Mandy wouldn’t do her dare so she had to down her drink. Excellent.
By this point we’d had a lot to drink and not a lot to eat. Needless to say, we thought it would be a good idea to put the knickers on and have the bar’s photographer take a photo. FSIL bought this picture—I had completely forgotten about it until she tagged me on Facebook the next day. Oh dear. My legs look amazing on it, though, so I’m completely happy with this picture.
The night ended early so we could catch the last train to Reading at 10.30 PM, which was a shame, but I was absolutely exhausted—so probably a good thing.
The next morning I woke up not so bright and early, but not hungover, and I hit the road for four hours. Chief, Mandy, and I whacked on those ’90s tunes and breezed along the M6 back to the northwest. I wore my veil the entire time.
I arrived at my parents’ and was greeted with bunting!
My little sister had also helped make a menu for tonight’s cocktail party. This was based on the cocktail menu I had for my 18th birthday—I was impressed!
The names of the drinks were all based on classic cocktails but were altered to suit our wedding! The “Florida Sunrise” was a Tequila Sunrise, for example. The absolute favourite of the night was the “Bride’s Mother,” consisting of sloe gin, gin, grapefruit juice, and sugar syrup. My mum makes her own sloe gin each year, so this was definitely worthy of her name!
My mum and her BFF got started on the first drink of the night.
But once we started on the Bride’s Mother there was no stopping us. We had sparklers and everything!
Chief sampled Brighton Beach. Vodka, Cointreau, and Blue Curacao—deadly.
Way too many drinks by this point.
And a happy little family photo!
I finally got to bed at 2:30 AM that night—my parents’ friends are party animals!!
It took me good week to fully recover, and I even ended up at the eye hospital with an ulcer on my eye! Girls, don’t sleep in your contact lenses and do make sure your bachelorette party is no later than two weeks before your wedding—you will need time to heal!! Luckily my eye is fine now, and I will be able to wear lenses on the big day. Phew!
If you got to the end of this—thanks for reading!
What did you get up to for your hen/bachelorette?