Hen Do's and Stag Nights

Hello All. Yes, it's been a while, and, as most of you are aware, J and I are now actually married. However, due to.. several reasons, this blog hasn't been updated for some time, so I'd like to catch up on some entries before we get to the day itself.

So, one important aspect of wedding preparation is the hen do and stag night. We had decided months ago that we would both have such celebrations, a few weeks prior to the big day. It seemed fairly obvious that it would be a bad idea to have hen and stag do's on the night before the wedding itself. Nothing worse than being hungover on your own wedding day!

J managed to arrange his stag night for August Bank Holiday weekend, and passed the job over to his brother, as best man, to finalise the details. Not being one for clubbing, strip joints, weekends in Amsterdam or even Bournemouth, J wanted a low-key yet fun evening with close family and friends. Luckily his brother respected that and no embarrassment took place - no tying to lamp-posts or dressing up in hilarious outfits. Instead, as far as I can gather, there was food, drink, music and a few laughs. He enjoyed the chance to connect and celebrate with his dad, brother, close friends, cousins and uncles, and even his future father-in-law! Myself, I was happy he had a fun night and acknowledged the ritual of male bonding! A last night of freedom indeed!

Of course, I can talk much more about my own celebration. Again, I set up the day and handed over the fine print to my so-called 'bubble of honour', my sister. Again, I didn't want anything too elaborate, or expensive. So I'd booked a function room in a pub. And for weeks before, friends teased me about embarrassing games, and my sister informed me she had organised something for the afternoon. I become equal parts excited and nervous!

It was a lovely day, of course. A wonderful mix of old and new friends, plus some family members, with whom I had a great laugh, good fun, and celebrated my over-all 'hen'-ness! It was rather embarrassing to be made to wear flashing bunny ears and a pink sash, but I survived. There then commenced a treasure hunt around Brighton, searching for all things wedding, hen and Brighton-related, including the need for photographic proof. Also including a visit to an erotica store, where we really couldn't contain our giggles!

Afterwards, we indulged in ice-cream, then onwards to the pub, for food, champagne, gossip, and then more fun and games. There was a Mr & Mrs style quiz, where I had to answer questions with the same answer J gave. I think I did pretty well, except for not remembering what would be the first thing he'd buy if he won the lottery! There were prizes for the winners of the treasure hunt, nostalgic stories, and of course, I had to make everyone take turns in wearing the bunny ears. Plus, plenty of alcohol!

In conclusion, I feel flattered to have been surrounded by such good family and friends, for them to have indulged me and celebrated with me. The memories of my hen do will stay with me for ever, just as the memories of my wedding day itself will. And thank you again to my sister for organising a unique and entertaining day, and for being a wonderful sister and maid of honour.

Even though neither J nor myself went too elaborate with our hen and stag do's, they were suitable for us, allowed us to spend time with people special to us, and to prepare for a change in our life in a fun way. As a ritual, as well as a chance for a good night out, I feel this is an important element of wedding preparation.

And then, it was only a matter of weeks until the big day...