I took the day off work on Friday, and during the afternoon took a train to Bedford, to the blushing brides place to spend the evening there. The majority of the 'hens' were coming around for drinks and a little spread that she'd put on, and since I'd not met the majority of them before, it was good just to chat with everyone and get to know them. Whilst we we're all raring to go, the evening didn't go on too late since everyone was keen to be up bright and early the following morning for our trip to Brighton.
By the time everyone arrived at the train station the following morning, and we were all set to go it was about 11am. Bride-to-be had a little surprise for us all in the shape of lovely gift bags, adorned with our weekend 'burlesque names' and filled with hen weekend goodies such as long black gloves, shots, chocs and horns!
By the time we did all get on the train the party spirit was already in flow. The MP3 player came out, along with the wine and the vodka as we sang our way down to St. Pancras station.
Getting the party started
Bride-to-be and me
Once at St. Pancras (and yes I was still sober enough to appreciate the architecture), we were all keen to grab a snack, so along with one of the other hens I set off to M&S where I was asked for ID before I could buy a can of lager. Can you believe it? at 28 years old, that kind of made my weekend. We waited for another of the hens to join us, and then set off on the second leg of our journey from London to Brighton.
Me outside St. Pancras & my weekend burlesque name
The second leg of our journey was just as loud, but it was really nice to see that people on the same train carriage (bless em) were smiling at our attempts to sing along to Madonna, and Gaga... and when we all went crazy singing 'I've had the time of my life' from dirty dancing, there were even people at the other end of the carriage who got up with their children to dance. I think we really made people chuckle... although Brighton is a well known hen party spot, so their probably used to the rowdy shenanigans round that way.
We arrived in Brighton after 3pm, and once we'd checked into our hostel, journeys, which I have to say wasn't too bad a place to rest our heads, we set off into Brighton to get some food. We found a nice little bar, where I had delightful Mexican chicken. While the other hens were chatting and chilling though I made my excuses and wandered off to check out the vintage shops on my own. I checked out several of them, which were really nice, then I visited Get Cutie, where I fell in love with so many dresses, but decided that it probably wasn't a great idea to spend my whole weekend budget on a dress. Thankfully though, there was a fabulous haberdashery shop on the same row where I was able to buy some super cool cotton with the Mexican Los muertos print all over it, which I'm going to make a really funky dress from. By the time I'd lost myself in the shops, time was pressing on and I decided it would be wise to head back to the hostel to get ready.
Even the getting ready was fun, and within 2 hours we were all outside the hostel and waiting to go.
Shoe Challenge outfit #8
Shoes - Dorothy Perkins; Skirt - homemade from vintage dress; Corset - Vollers; Bag - Vintage; Fascinator - Etsy.
The group minus the bride who was taking the photograph!
We took taxis to oceania nightclub where we had seats booked at the Adonis cabaret. On arrival at the club we were greeted by the most fabulous drag queen, who decided that he adored my beautiful fascinator. At 6 ft tall, plus platforms, a bouffant and my uber glam outfit, I knew I was going to get drag queen attention from the start lol.
Me outside the club.
Cool drag queen.
The show was great. It was totally aimed at hens, so I'm sure I don't need to go into detail, but we had such a fun time. the place was just filled with hen parties, loads of rowdy girls in fancy dress... although I think we were the only ones who had come burlesque style.
Once the show was over, we were free to go into the rest of the nightclub. The club was great, there seemed to be lots and lots of room, and we found that thanks to our VIP entry, we were able to spend much of the evening in the most delightful room. The decadent Parisian room was very befitting of our outfits, and very comfortable so we took up residency in there for much of the evening.
In our booth in the Parisian room
L-R: The bride-to-be, me, the bride-to-be's sister. What a glamorous trio.
I simply couldn't resist this pose on this couch in the Parisian room.
Smokers got a cigarette holder, non-smokers got these masks in their goody bag.
Whilst I don't advocate smoking, how glamorous are these pastel coloured cigarettes that bride-to-be had?
Me and one of the hens at the end of the evening.
By the time it was approaching 3am, I could take no more. A group of us had become too tired from dancing, drinking and general joviality and decided to part from the hardcore party animals to head back to the hostel. 7 of us left and went to a local cafe for tea and toast (or full English in some cases), and I was surprised that at 3am you could get tea, toast or a full English anywhere. No wonder it was full.
Feeling a bit refreshed from the tea and toast, we set off back to the hostel, where the other hens decided that the way I was tottering in my platforms, combined with my unnatural corseted figure, bouffant and the 1950s sci fi text tone I have on my phone made me just like the lady from Mars Attacks.
I could live with that, and started perfecting a more floaty walk lol.
By the time I got into my bunk in the hostel, it was around 4am. At 8.30am, we were up and having to get ready to make the journey home. In fairness, no one looked too rough although there were a couple of hangovers lurking in the group. We'd all had a spectacular weekend out though, and now we have the wedding to look forward to.
The morning after!