All of my bridesmaids are in America, and are flying over to England in the days leading up to the wedding. Because of this, I had totally brushed the tradition of a bachelorette party off (or a “hen party” as it’s known in England). I was a bit worried that though it didn’t bother me at the moment, I’d look back on my youth and regret having not had one. But it wasn’t in my control so I brushed it right off. Besides, I’m not really into clubs/grimy pubs/or penis straws so I figured that I wasn’t missing out on too much.
This weekend, the super sneaky Emma lured me to The Fable under false pretences. In actuality, she had been secretly planning a hen do for me, because she knew that it can be hard when your friend network is spread around the world. She’d planned a secret guest list, conspired to get Danielle down from Doncaster and the two of them even went all out on the table decorations. I can say without hesitation, it was probably one of the nicest and most thoughtful things that anyone has ever done for me. First of all, Emma arranged it at a tasty restaurant with an excellent cocktail menu. Second of all, there was not a penis straw in sight. Though Danielle and Emma said that they had gone into an Ann Summers but figured that the traditional penis theme was a bit too much for me. (Thanks ladies).
Emma did however, organise a traditional game or “Mr and Mrs” which I abysmally lost. Although I turned around later to Sam and insisted that he gave the wrong answer for some of the questions. (His favourite movie and meal, in particular, I think are debatable.) My meal was delicious, the cocktails especially delicious, and within the blink of an eye, I realised that we’d been there for 5, going on 6, hours.
I get embarrassed really easily so the bridal sash and the veil caused my cheeks to burn; but I’m so glad that they forced me into it. In retrospect, I’m very glad that I had a hen and that I’ve suffered through the traditional embarrassment that one can only stand when with friends in merry circumstances. And I was glad that Katy was there to continually wrangle those bobby pins holding up the veil back into place.
But what other things am I glad about? I’m glad that Angela was there to give me words of wisdom and reassure me that seating plans drive everyone insane; I’m glad that Danielle came down for the weekend and that I was no longer the token American, and that she was full of party cheer; I’m glad that Kate was there to also tell Sam stories with me; I’m glad that Frankie was there to make me laugh; and I’m so glad that Emma was so incredibly thoughtful. On the train home that night, I got really emotional and quite choked up over the effort that everyone made to make my day special. Also I was still wearing the veil on the train so some elderly London geezers made much of it.
Also a big thank you to The Fable Bar. The staff were incredibly kind, and in spite of there being another hen night there with us, you made us feel like we were the ones that counted.
Did you have a hen do / bachelorette? Or what would be your ideal one? Hit me with all your wacky stories.