Why You Shouldn't Have a Weekend Long Hen's Party.
You 6 months before a weekend long hen's party:
We'll have such a beautiful weekend together! It will be so lovely to have a catered picnic in the park while the sun shines!"
You on (Hungover as Fuck) in the morning on day 2 of weekend long hen's party:
Ohh my god. Nope. Nooooope. Not getting up. Who's stupid effing idea was it to book a morning thing! Me? Nope. Noooope.
We've all had those moments where we think back to a decision made by our past selves and wonder what in the frickety eff we were thinking. That is how I felt the morning after my bestie's hen's.
We had spent the evening dancing away at (what was then) Tongue and Groove. Wine. Cocktails. Shots. Chicken Gourmet. More wine. "Who ate my Chicket Gourmet!?! ...ohh me". We limped back to our hotel in a pain only known by those who have refused to remove their high heels on the dance floor. We were completely broken.
We had set early alarms on our phones knowing that we had to:
Convince ourselves out of bed;
Shower;
Do our makeup;
Pack up or epic amount of shit (who knew that 4 girls needed no much stuff!!);
Try really hard not to "drive the porcelain bus" 🤢 🚽; and
Check out by 10am
The alarms went off as planned. Nope. Nooooope. What were we thinking! We couldn't drive cars. We were unwilling to setup the rest of the day's activities. We couldn't share our enthusiasm properly. We needed to sleep like a princess atop 40 mattresses. But instead we were eating (delicious) cucumber sandwiches and hoping the world would stop spinning.
In the end we got up. We did it. We did it for our bride. But never, will I ever ever again plan activities for the second day of a bachelorette party, unless they involve curling up in a ball and eating something full of bacon.
Day 2 - It sounds like such a nice idea in advance but don't do it to yourself!
Xo Jess
