All the Behind-the-Scenes Debauchery From Writer Tish Weinstock’s Bachelorette

Welcome to Cosmo Bachelorettes, a new column that peeks into some of the coolest bachelorette parties around the world, hosted by some of the chicest people on the planet. We get up close and personal by going deep with the bride, chitchatting about behind-the-scenes secrets and scoring access to all the candid photos you didn’t see in the Insta dump.

First up is the bachelorette of Tish Weinstock, a London-based journalist, girl-about-town, and current mom of two, whose maid of honor threw her a night she can barely remember but will never forget.

“The theme of the night was indie sleaze,” Tish says of the rager her best friend and maid of honor, actor Jazzy De Lisser, surprised her with in October 2022, weeks before Tish married stylist Tom Guinness in an 11th-century castle over Halloween weekend. “Jazzy kept the details minimal but told me to meet her at Chiltern Firehouse,” an iconic Central London hotel with a celeb-loved restaurant. There, Tish, author of How to Be a Goth, found a makeup artist, hairdresser, one-of-a-kind outfit made by her friend/designer Conner Ives, and plenty of champagne.

That’s Tish, the bride. (Man pictured is not the groom.)

Post-glam, the women headed to a restaurant called Langan’s: “I walked in thinking we were just having a drink, and then I see all my friends from throughout my life, from school to adulthood,” recalls Tish. Blow-up penises decorated the room and everyone was dressed to theme in tartan, leather, and military jackets plus “dog collars with their names on them, because I used to wear one religiously.”

Friends Conner Ives, Poppy Delevingne, Lucy Wright, Olympia of Greece, and Camille Charriere.

“My friend Conner made me a white minidress out of deadstock t-shirt fabric, with lace trim at the top,” says Tish, who also donned a shaggy white coat, short veil, and pointy black heels throughout the night. “The vibe was trashy.”

“My husband and I call each other ‘Poo,’ so that was spelled out in silver balloon letters.”

Margarita-fueled shenanigans ensued (“I don’t remember dinner...” Tish laughs) before the group made their way to Chateau Denmark in London’s Soho neighborhood, where a DJ was waiting to keep the party going. Soon after, performers started arriving, including a stripper (with a penchant for whipped cream), a drag queen, and a Britney Spears impersonator so good, “people were posting to their Stories, thinking it was really her.”

“At some point, the stripper wrapped an Irish flag around himself, I think because I was marrying into the Guinness family.”

“‘Britney’ was playing all the hits. Everyone was getting rowdy,” says Tish.

The night ended back at Chiltern, where they played charades until “an embarrassing hour” (ahem, 8 a.m.) before Tish did a “walk of shame in my veil and makeup halfway down my face” to Jazzy’s house to sleep for the rest of the day.

“Jazzy tried to do a speech but had to sit down because she couldn’t finish. Then I tried and couldn’t either.”

We see you, Poppy Delevingne!