The Secret Diary of a Bride To Be

The Secret Diary of a Bride To Be

This month, our bride is having much ado about her hen do…

You may remember, that when I got engaged I was also in the throes of being a bridesmaid for a friend, and was knee-deep in planning her hen party. Looking back, it was a fairly successful event, apart from the cocktail bar that took an hour to make eight drinks, and the bridesmaid who ‘forgot’ she had a family holiday to get to, and had to leave half way through. However, fast forward a few months and the attention has turned to my upcoming nuptials, and the obligatory ‘do’ that comes with it.

A few years ago, the hen or stag do was a few drinks in your local the night before the wedding, but now they’re elaborate, expensive affairs where you have to take a week off work to attend, and then another to recover. Apparently Vegas is the new Pantiles. Who knew?

There’s still a few months until my hen party, but I’m already stressing about it. I shouldn’t be, one – because I have a million other wedding hassles to contend with, and two – because my bridesmaids are planning everything. But, experience has taught me that I should be a little bit concerned…

My first worry is the bridesmaids themselves. While some have thrown themselves into the planning process, others have taken a backseat. This in itself is fine, but the bridesmaids doing all the work can’t help making sly digs about the others not pulling their weight.

The next concern is location – from what I understand, there will be two celebrations – something local with a big group, and somewhere abroad with just me and the bridesmaids, where we can relax in the sun. While this sounds ideal, when one bridesmaid suggested we ditch the beach for a weekend in London, and another mentioned she “hates the sun, cocktails and wearing flip-flops” I did begin to worry that the ‘relaxing break’ I was after might not materialise after all.

Oh, and then there’s the fear of organised fun. I’m going to another hen do this year, and instead of afternoon tea and a spa, we’re doing a weekend bootcamp, which is costing me the same as a weekend in Barcelona, but there’s significantly less sangria involved. While I like to think my hen do will involve something I’d actually enjoy, there’s always the fear that letting someone else plan it could lead to something horrendous. Actually, even though my one stipulation was ‘no strippers’, one bridesmaid does keep asking if she can book one…

I did wonder if maybe I was just stressed because I like to be organised, and the planning process has been taken out of my hands. However, I don’t think that can be the case, because it turns out that my fiancé’s groomsmen are fairly clueless when it comes to arranging a stag do, and somehow I’ve inadvertently become involved in the planning, steering them away from all manner of unsuitable activities (cheese making, or shark fishing, anyone?!)

Of course, I realise it’s a big ask to get anyone to organise an event on your behalf, and I’ll be grateful whatever we end up doing – but, if my bridesmaids are reading this, I really really don’t want to do a bootcamp…

Next month, find out why our bride’s budget is spiralling out of control…