I had the honour of organising my best mate Kate’s hen do a couple of weeks ago, and as part of it I arranged a Bucking Bronco.
I will write the whole weekend up in more detail in a ‘Hen Do That Happened ’ post, but thought it would be useful advice for people organising a hen do to know what happened on our weekend.
I’d hired a massive house with huge grounds and thought a bucking bronco would be fun. If you don’t know what a bucking bronco is, here we all are on it:
Everything was fine until Kate’s third go. When she was thrown off she landed awkwardly on her neck, leading to a lot of pain, blurred/fuzzy vision and she was seeing stars. We rang 111 and described her symptoms, and before we knew it this was happening:
All of Kate’s vitals were tested and fine, but her eyesight wasn’t really improving. The paramedics said that although they thought she’d be fine, they would take her to hospital if she wanted.
She obviously didn’t want that, and luckily a couple of hours after the accident she felt well enough for a Gin and Tonic, and hen do fun was able to resume as normal! (Phew!)
Whilst we cancelled our plans for a night out at an 80’s club in town, I had enough games planned to make sure we had an even better time staying in. There were Power Ballads, balloon stamping, shot push ups and naughty biscuits (which you can read all about in the Hen Do That Happened post when I get round to writing it).
Kate also had a massive bruise on her thigh (she bruises like a peach), so we made a list of all injuries sustained on the bronco. Everyone had at least one, with the worst ones including:
- a massive gash on one Hen’s foot (which we asked the paramedics to check out whilst they were there)
- 10% loss (approximately) of one Hen’s body skin
- a perforated boob and a torn shirt, where a badge the Hen was wearing was ripped off as she was thrown off
(One Hen also had a cut on her finger, but that was from slicing limes for the G&Ts).
It was pretty serious at the time, but it does make for a good story – how many other people can say they had to call an ambulance at their hen party – and I’m all about the stories!