There seems to be so much to write about on the blog at the moment – life seems to be moving at a ridiculous rate, which is a good thing.
I feel like there is lots to catch up on – stuff to share from the honeymoon, the whole of our wedding (which I’m planning to turn into a series with helpful tips for anyone else who is planning their big day) etc. But before that, before all of that, the HEN!
I’m completely blessed with friends. I was lucky enough to have drinks at home with some of my dearest and nearest and then I got whisked away to St Tropez by a small group of my best friends. It was genuinely one of the best weekends of my life.
I’d been incredibly ill beforehand and the doctors had advised me against travelling. My dear, gorgeous, sweet friends looked into taking the EuroStar but thankfully I managed to pull it out of the bag and regain some weight before we went. I’m incredibly grateful to chocolate for that!
The girls arrived at the cottage early on the Thursday morning, delivered my Captain’s hat and veil and off we set.
When we arrived in St Tropez, we were collected by an Uber driver, who happened to be a driver that had collected one of the girls only a few months before, so he was super happy to see us (no wonder, she’s hot!).
The girls could not have chosen a better location, I loved everything about it – from its opulence (heck I’m only going to do this once) to the quaint little streets. I’d found my own little bit of paradise.
The girls had arranged a gorgeous little chalet through AirBNB. The owner lived next door but completely gave us our own space and was on hand to help out when our French failed us (which sadly happened a few times, particularly where cabs were involved). As if that wasn’t enough, they plastered pictures of Dickie and I everywhere. Cereal bowl? Oh hi there Dickie. Toilet? Weird, hi Dickie! Ha.
The first evening, we went big. We went BIG and then we went home and for a time there, I didn’t even want to go home. I just wanted to keep going BIGGER. We headed to the VIP Rooms restaurant which adjoins the club. It was completely epic. The food was completely delicious and it was like being in the middle of a theatre show with burlesque dancers and entertainers. Without very much encouragement (and alcohol) I soon found myself dancing on a table with the burlesque dancer!
After we’d finished, we were escorted into the club, which were just insane. Much dancing, laughing and far too much wiggling and champagne later, we were ready to drop. The best night EVER. Naomi Campbell just so happened to take to the stage too, random but cool.
The next day was rather subdued! We headed to La Tropézina which is a laid back beach club – perfect for tanning yourself in nice surroundings with chilled vibes and none of the hassle of the pretentious day clubs. Handy for us, the manager of La Tropézina was the husband of our landlady and so he made sure that we were looked after, which was nice.
That evening remained chilled, we headed to the harbour and plumped for dinner at Café de Paris – probably a bad choice looking back given the service that we received. Things quickly picked up when we headed to a local bar and got chatting to some local deck hands – great fun.
Saturday was another big day. The friends that we’d made the day before collected us on a speedboat stocked with Rosé and dropped us to Le Bar D’O. It looked pretty tame when we arrived but before long, we’d well and truly started the party. The bar crew started giving us free drinks to keep us there and all was well with the world.
The whole weekend was totally perfect. The group was small enough that we could be easy breezy with our plans and I’ve never laughed so hard in my life. We partied until our little feet wouldn’t carry us any more and I wouldn’t change a thing. It was perfect. I’ve never loved my friends more. Thank you girls, I love you.