I cannot believe my wedding is in 5 weeks!
All the RSVPs are in, the honeymoon is booked, and I’ve had my final dress fitting. Time to relax, spend the weekend pampering myself with spa treatments, and meditating about wedded bliss.
Oh, wait a minute – not if my girlfriends have anything to do with it!
The big day that I thought would never happen is finally here:
My bachelorette party!
Saturday began with my darling friend Lia (isn’t she darling?) grabbing me for a shopping date and bistro lunch.
A happy little salad and two happy bloody marys, then darling Lia hailed a cab and whisked me off to a secret destination in Soho…
Which turned out to be Dean Street Townhouse – where all my chirpy chickies were waiting to surprise me for my hen do afternoon tea!
How jolly British!
I was so happy to see all of my hens – especially one who had just fluttered over from the US!
What wedding diet?
Let the bride eat cake!
And sip tea!
A spiffing afternoon with the ladies!
After tea, the girls kindly accompanied me home to mine – where the scene was set with fairylights and candles, a cheese board, and lots and lots of bubbly!
I donned my festival-themed accessories and shimmied into something a little more rock chic for the evening ahead.
Which was mainly drinking lots of champers and cuddling.
Eventually, we prowled out into the London nightlife scene – kicking things off at our first stop, Maggie’s.
(Which was essentially like partying at home because this little 80’s club has been my bunker since I was just a Chelsea newbie).
I marched in and took the reigns – or drumsticks, in this case…
I can’t show you more because us rockstar gals like to keep a low profile on our nights out.
But suffice it to say, with friends as gorgeous as this, it was quite a mischievous night carousing until dawn.
Oops, I guess that’s what happens when the hens fly the coop!