Charlotte: I hear this often. In fact I was one of those girls that felt it.
After attending so many amazing themed/organised within-an-inch-of-their-life events where everyone had the best time ever….I felt a huge amount of pressure to pull off something equally as awesome.
Well there was my first epic fail. It’s not so much you (as in the bride) that should be creating this event, it should be a collaborative effort from all of your best girls. Yes, even if you are the worlds greatest control freak. I started off trying to do too much of it myself (“I am always the “party planner” so why should this be any different” was my initial thought) and what with a wedding to organise in 4 months managed to get myself in a bit of a pickle.
Luckily for me I have an enthusiastic sister and an experienced hen-do planning best friend so they took the reigns and left me to worry about ceremony readings and canapés.
Rule number one – DELEGATE.
Rule number two – make it clear what kind of thing makes you happy/laugh/you enjoy. And what type of thing genuinely doesn’t. Just this week I heard about a girl that had told her maids that under no uncertain terms did she want any kind of greased up “fireman” removing his uniform and swinging his um…hose (?) in front of her to the dulcet tones of “You Can Leave Your Hat On”.
They ignored her.
Firman Sam not only covered her new fancy frock in a rather unpleasant baby-oil sheen but insisted she lick whipped cream off of his…crotch.
She burst into tears. And promptly left the room.
A bit extreme but still, my moto is it should be about everybody having a good time and if you are the type that could think of nothing better than a bit of almost-naked Nigel shaking his posterior then cool – make your friends aware of that. And if you really don’t then tell them that too. Hopefully you will have a more sympathetic crowd than that of the non-lover of gyrating desserts mentioned above.
One of the most fun hen parties I attended was that of my best friends actually. I suggested a “Miss World” theme – hilarious. And meant we could wear pretty dresses (albeit with a god awful plastic tiara) and spend the evening doing various poses, “walking the runway” and acceptance speeches which became increasingly amusing the more cocktails that were consumed. The whole thing was quite relaxed which for me personally, is what takes the pressure off – i.e. there wasn’t any requirement to fit fifteen different activities in when all you really want to do is catch up with your nearest and dearest and indulge in a mojito.
Taking this into account my do became “The Glamorous Tour” a weekend in London that consisted of shopping, false lashes, afternoon tea, dancing and great company.
Was it the most immense hen party ever? actually no, it wasn’t. How’s that for honesty?!
A small part of me, because it was mine always felt a little bit responsible for everyone else having the time of their lives.
But I did enjoy myself thoroughly. And that’s all that matters anyway.
Please do share your best (and worst!) experiences in the comments box below as well as your own party plans lovelies.
Naomi: As far as hen parties go… mine was a corker. Well, I am going to say that, right? But seriously… It was Goddamn spectacular. We held it in Belfast (my home town) and the whole shebang involved much delight and debauchery. I’ll not give you too many details. I could fill a full on post of my own with anecdotes of that weekend. There were no ‘L’ plates nor veils laced with condoms, but there was many a willy straw, a stripper (in my hotel room!) and an afternoon spent at “Trannyoke” in a gay bar. In fact, it was pretty damn full of mischief.
Firstly, it was a weekend long stay in Mal Maison. Which we split into two celebrations. My little sister was only 15 at the time and couldn’t join us for the full stint. But I didn’t want her to miss out. So, the first night we all had a meal, followed by a girly sleepover in my hotel suite. I also had my Mum, Nanny and family friends come to this one. We all wore pajamas, had a bunch of drinks and had the best laugh until the wee hours.
The second night, however, was just for me and my friends (this is where the stripper gets involved)… as you can imagine, not something I want my poor wee Nanny to see. The girls had asked me to wear a killer dress, I wore a very short, champagne, beaded flapper style number; while everyone else wore a little black dress. This was perfect because I felt super special, and no one had to fork out cash for a new outfit.
During the day they had organised a burlesque class and an afternoon at Trannyoke in Union Street Bar. Beyond hilarious. It turned out that my Mum knew the drag queen (Tina Leggs Tantrum). He was a fella that she grew up with. Bizarre.
My advice? Leave the hen do up to your best girlies. It was tempting to delve right into it and want to make it perfect, but it ended up being one less thing for me to
get all control freak over and it goes down as one of the best weekends of my life. Fact.
Vix: Obviously I haven’t had my hen yet (not long now though!) but I have been to a few now and I LOVE them, I think it’s such a special time especially if they are a close friend. The do’s I have been on have all been so different, I think my favourite hen so far was my close friend Stacy’s in Brighton. I knew most of the people that went and it was friggin’ hilarious, I have not laughed so much in one weekend before. It was hot and sunny the entire stay, we got a mini bus down to Brighton filled with ice buckets of beer and wine. Stacy was a great sport and wore a Chicken/ Hen outfit including a funny chicken hat for the whole of the first day. We actually made her stand outside KFC in the services on the way down for a laugh, the looks she got were brilliant. The whole weekend was just full of laughs and giggles. I’m considering myself quite lucky she can’t make mine as she has had a beautiful baby girl (Bella) very recently so she can’t get me back!!…. Although it really wont be the same without her.
We also dressed up on the “main” night as Sailor girls and Stacy was the captain which was also great fun. Stacy’s Sister-in-law Joanna got attacked by a giant Seagull which had us in stitches for the entire day….needless to say the weekend was a liquid weekend….food was for wimps!
That was our motto – seriously one of the best weekends EVER!
All the hens I have been on have been really fun, I don’t think it’s about where you go or what the weather does (although I guess sun is a bonus anytime in this country) it’s about who you are with. I am lucky enough to have 11 fantastic girlies coming to my hen weekend in November, we’re off to Glasgow (it’s going to be FFFreeeezing!!) but I have been in love with the place since my sister Sarah got married there 6 years ago. I’m hoping that the Christmas lights will be up and the festive season will get us in the mood.
I’m not entirely sure of the plans apart from shopping under the influence of champagne on the first day and Charlotte, you may have to restrain me from purchasing the new Chloe bag I have got my eye on, or even the Jimmy Choo shoes – Uh Oh!! The rest, I have no idea about, I have warned that there will be no ‘L Plates’ or my sister will be demoted to a mere guest. I don’t mind being dressed up to look like a goon though, all part of the fun in my opinion.
19 weeks to go!
Big Best Girl Love
Charlotte, Naomi and Vix xxx