All the brides love Movida!

Last weekend was the pivotal event leading to my sister’s wedding – the Bachelorette Party.

The somewhat tame part of the evening was a success. Sis dressed up in the ‘wedding clothes’ we decorated for her, and answered questions about Future Husband. Every wrong answer got her a shot of tequila. Eish. She had a papier-mâché penis-shaped pin yadda that she happily whacked until all the cheap sweets fell out.

The night got more exciting when we made our way to Movida, who kindly allowed our group free entrance, because CLEO + Movida = Best Friends. But sometimes, it doesn’t matter if you manage to get all the bride’s friends in for free, because you’ll always get the token ungrateful sour grape who can’t appreciate it.

Anyway, I couldn’t believe how many hen nights there were! About 80% of the club consisted of groups of women dressed to the nines, followed by the bride, usually donning a veil, garter, feather boa and/or French maid’s outfit, carrying bachelorette paraphernalia like paddles, wands and male-genitalia balloons. The place is like a hen night sorority.

What makes Movida different from all the other clubs is that there’s actual entertainment. The show for this particular evening was The Full Monty (not really – I’m pretty sure they still had undies on after they ripped off their boxers and stood in front of the blinding light.) Girls can behave in the most undignifying manner when there are half-naked boys in the room, dancing around chairs in the manliest way a person can do that. Something by Tom Jones was playing, but you could hardly hear the music over the rampant screams from the girls in the crowd. “Take it oooooofff!”

Whatever guys there were, brave enough to enter the unknown world of bachelorette mania, probably only came for the pure purpose of trying to pick up the remaining single bridesmaids. But the girl power prevails at Movida, in a ‘one-for-all and all-for-one’ kind of way.