saturday night out in london; v1 and two friends held a themed party at 'the last days of decadence', a jazz club in shoreditch - for no apparent reason *shrugs* just because. the theme itself was a bit confusing and overlapped several eras, but the crowd showed up dressed to the nines nonetheless. i made the executive decision to brave the elements and leg it to the club, solo, ankle skimming dress and all.
yup, because i'm THAT clever.
needless to say, BAD idea. numb toes, frozen face. the wind just happened to be out in full force, blowing me to bits. the second i stepped out of her house, i knew i was in for it.
i don't know why i didn't realize this sooner but i was a living embodiment of the trend prediction i submitted for my last assignment. truth is, i just wanted an excuse to wear that gorgeous grecian goddess gown *wink* and my new strappy gold heels, mum's belt and A. ivy's cuff were the perfect finishing touches. i dusted mac gold eyeshadow lightly across my eyelids and cheekbones - i was going for ethereal, not sure if i passed though. i even took the time to curl my hair, i, the original miss low-maintainence, do-not-own-any-hair-product, never-brushes-hair, bf-spends-more-time-styling-his-hair-than-i-do!
party was fab. went there not knowing a soul (what's new) but by the third glass of wine, shyness be damned! i was going up to complete strangers and saying, "you don't know me but...." *oh the embarrassment* then i proceeded to fall asleep on the sofa for 1.5 hours (honestly i had no idea! i thought i was out for half an hour max.) to my credit, it was towards the end of the night and i hadn't gotten much sleep that week. by the time they managed to rouse me from my deep slumber, it was closing time and everyone else had left.
one thing i remember! some english dude dressed as a samurai (from the 'what i wanna be when i grow up' party downstairs) asked me if i had a boyfriend and remarked that i was "scandalously hot!!" aww. how cute.
sunday - dimsum with v1/sarah, brick lane with carla/alexa, dinner with v1
monday - miserable weather; spent the day reading indoors. dinner with virgi, ben and their friend ja at some posh jap restaurant.
there were a bunch of drunk/rowdy bankers/lawyers/businessmen sitting at the table in front of us. one of the cuter ones (at first sight) started beckoning to me from across the room, calling out "hey you, in red!" (i was wearing a red H&M cardi) it was kinda hard to ignore; he came over, sat next to me and started yapping away, inviting us to join their table. i didn't want to be rude but i was wishing really hard that he would shut up and go back to his seat.
long story short: supremely drunk, apparently he's done it all> banker + lawyer + businessman = asshole in my books, words "ex" and "wife" ring a bell? etc. when ben arrived, we motioned for drunk dude to make a move. let's say he wasn't too pleased. he was wearing a BIB for god's sake!?!
we decided to switch our table for one downstairs. had a lovely dinner and catchup. eventually came closing time, but we wanted to continue chatting so we headed to a nearby hotel (for the bar). as luck would have it, upon entering the hotel, i spotted the same group of guys walking out of the hotel bar. i quickly spun around and whispered for virgi/ben/ja to follow suit. we weren't quite quick enough. he spotted me, and came over (again).
I GOT PROPOSITIONED!
this dude, had the audacity to invite himself up to my room! 1) i didn't have a room, i wasn't even a guest at the hotel. 2) hello, ex-wife? 3) he was kinda hot but still virgi! you're supposed to be a good influence, not encouraging me to have flings with drunken bankers/lawyers/businessmen!
thinking back, i can't believe he actually said those words "why don't we go back to your room?" or "why don't you invite me back to your room?" something sleazy like that, whispered in my ear. you know how these things happen in the movies and you think to yourself: if that were me, i'd be sure to have a witty reply at the ready. well, i didn't. my mind went blank, i couldn't think, let alone speak. the best i could do was turn around and walk away. he kept calling after me, asking us not to leave.
seriously, seriously!
*shakes head* only in london....
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