In a way it’s a shame that marriage is supposed to last forever.* By default, that means I’ll never get to have another hen do – and my hen do has shot straight to the top of my Best Weekends Ever list.
Eight of my best friends, my sister and I jetted out to Marbella for an action-packed four-day hen extravaganza. My bridesmaids had rented the most incredible villa high up in the Andalucian mountains. And oh my gosh – it was just insanely brilliant. It had its own pool, its own bar, its own roof terrace – and better still, nothing and no one else for miles around. Perfect for all the parties they’d planned – which had a different fancy dress theme each night. Amazing.
All the details had been kept secret from me – but they’d thought of absolutely everything I love and incorporated it into one amazing, jam-packed weekend in the sun that included – and this is by no means an exhaustive list:
-A day spent glamming it up at Nikki Beach
-A 90s party complete with padded headbands with our names written on in glitter (remember them?!), retro sweets and a Geri Halliwell Union Jack outfit for me
-My favourite food and drink – tortilla, martini, tinto de verano, gorgonzola, Don Simon sangria…the list goes on…
-A Grease 2 party, during which I got to wear a Pink Ladies jacket that said ‘Mrs D To Be’ on the back in diamante, painstakingly applied by my bridesmaids!
-A reggaeton party with a Daddy Yankee playlist, inflatable palm trees, flamingos and pineapples
-A night out in the sort of Spanish bar I frequented when I lived in Madrid, that let us take over the decks and play all our favourite Spanish songs
I was so overwhelmed by everything everyone did for me – not to mention the fact everyone had taken the time and effort to fly out there to help me celebrate. They’d even presented me with a beautiful book – my new ‘item to save from a burning building’ – with each hen getting a few pages to stick in messages, old photos, letters, and momentos from our friendships.
I spent the whole of the last day in tears saying bye to everyone and feeling incredulous that the next time I’d see most of them would be at my wedding.
Being a hen (or am I the bride and they’re the hens? Or are we all hens? We couldn’t decide…) is just brilliant. And when we all hit a small bar in Alhaurin El Grande in our pink lady costumes – my bridesman dressed as a T Bird, obviously – with me clad in my (very classy) flashing ‘Bride-to-be’ sash and flashing veil – I was very aware that it was the only night ever that I’d be doing this, so I’d best make the most of it.
And make the most of it we did. We stayed out until 5am and went to bed at 7. I haven’t done that for years. I definitely eked out every last second of wearing that veil!
So, that’s it. My hen do has been and gone, leaving me with memories I’ll cherish forever, some hilarious photos, a living room full of bride-to-be accessories, flower garlands and my treasured pink ladies jacket – and the knowledge that I have the bestest most amazing friends (and sister) in the world.
And that those friends (and my sister) know how to put on a damned good fiesta.
* Only joking!