I recently attended my very first stagette.

At first I was apprehensive as I didn’t know the bride’s friends, and not being much of an imbiber I didn’t know if I would fit in.

It was a blast!

Girls can party. It was, from my understanding a fabulous party. Of course, there was a lot of drinking. Everyone took it upon themselves to make sure the bride had a drink all the time. The poor girl was puking by the end of the night. She did last till the wee hours of the morning before she overdid it.

What I took away from the stagette weekend was the bonding. I got to know the bride’s friends and they got to know some of the family. Walls came down; we talked about everything as we built relationships while doing shooters. We laughed at each other’s quirks and made sure the bride felt like a princess all night. We rescued her from many salivating young men, but did let her flirt just a little. We, of course, kept an eye on her the whole time.  

I was informed by those that have attended many of these that our party had checked off everything on the list to qualify as a great stagette. Let’s see, falling into the river and being rescued, thrown out of a nightclub, security escorting you out, breaking into the swimming pool area at 3 in the morning and one of us getting hurt, needing stitches!

Let’s not forget the puking and the massive hangover for the bride. Yes it was a good party. Much more enjoyable when you don’t indulge and can enjoy watching those with the hangover. Now the mystery of a stagette is gone. It is a party with good people who don’t leave anyone out and being of the female species we even cleaned up after ourselves, we put away the empties.      

As the maid of honour said, “what’s a stagette without the puking and a trip to the hospital”.