Three years ago,
I would think that the title of this post
would guarantee a story of a chicken
would be about to unfold.
But guess what...
A "hen" (or "hen-do" or "hen party")
is what ye olde Brits call bachelorette parties.
This isn't a blog post about chickens...
it's about a girls weekend away
celebrating my friend,
and her upcoming wedding.
We surprised Amber with a weekend away
to a undisclosed location.
I came over an hour before we were leaving,
helped her pack a suitcase
with weird, vague scenarios she might encounter.
(Example: Pretend you are going to be in the "It's All Good" cookbook photoshoot.)
Amber thought I was crazy...
which makes her very intuitive.
We hopped the bus,
arrived at Paddington
and- surprise- all of her ladies
were waiting for her at the Paddington Bear statue.
We hopped a train,
gave her a box of clues,
and before we were out of the city-
our destination was revealed:
a ladies weekend at the famous
in the Cotswolds.
We had such an amazing time.
I really can't think of a prettier and more relaxing weekend.
We stayed in the
had a group yoga class,
got a visit to the spa for massages,
and took a four hour cooking class.
Now, I can hear your thoughts:
Lauren, you're supposed to be cheap.
This place looks fannnnncy.
Who do you think you are, Nora Ephron?
It was, but going as a group helped out the pricing so much!
We paid for our hotel separately,
but for the yoga, 45 minute massages + cooking class
it was only around £160 per person.
That's not terrible for two days of activities...
especially of this caliber.
(And this group of girls was a pretty awesome one to share it with.)
Personally, I have to say,
it far trumps my bachelorette party,
which was so much of a disaster
I'm not even going to talk about here.
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What do you think?
Is this your type of girls weekend
or would you spend that £160 on a flight to Ibiza?
(Personally, this girly weekend was my Gwyneth-y cup of tea.)
*all images original to Aspiring Kennedy