HOW much tacky tat is it possible to dress one woman up in?
My Seen partner-in-crime was about to find out as I and fellow bridesmaid Georga organised Cara’s hen do.
Plastic penis paraphernalia in tow, we headed to Leeds on Saturday for 24 hours of drinking, dancing and debauchery.
Unlike Sunderland, we were spoilt for choice with drinking dens in Leeds but after a few recommendations we went with a rather refined afternoon tea in Harvey Nichols followed by a less-refined cocktail masterclass at Revolution in Calls Lane and late night shenanigans at Tiger Tiger.
The masterclass was as slick and entertaining as those held at the Sunderland branch of the pub where participants are invited behind the bar to try their hand at muddling and mixing.
It’s perfect for a hen do which included three generations of Cara’s family with her nana Hannah, 78, in particular, getting into the swing of things with our rather dashing barman Josh.
Full of Strawberry Woo Woo and Vodka Moonshine, we headed to Tiger Tiger.
It’s the place to be if you’re looking for somewhere that caters for all ages and musical tastes with five different-styled rooms over two floors.
For once we’d planned ahead and booked a booth in the Ibiza-themed white room nightclub.
Leeds seemed to be somewhat of a hen do central on our visit with plenty of other hens jostling for space at the bar.
Fortunately for Cara – and those of us who didn’t want to be subjected to an en masse theme – we chose not to go for the tutus and pink builders jackets chosen by our fellow clubbers.
We just stuck to good old-fashioned tat. Cara may have started the night rather elegantly but she ended it as a 6ft2 mass of pink sash, princess crown and L plates.
We’d booked Cara’s do through Go Hen which really helped to take the strain off us bridesmaids.
You tell them when and what you’d like to do and they book the rest. Simples.
For details visit www.gohen.com