I feel a bit old fashion walking on
the street in my costume so I quickly grab a taxi, although when I arrive to
the party my clean face granny chic look (Coco Chanel), is totally 'un-embarrassing' compared to the king in tights and make up, the Dude (a.k.a big Leboswki) in
his bathrobe sipping white Russians, Amy Winehouse with her tattoos and huge
hair gulping wine, Mary Poppins who couldn’t open her umbrella, Steve Jobs who
ate his apple at the end of the night, Russell Brand surrounded by ladies and
oh, Dolly Parton doing a line dance. Among the guests who took the dress code
seriously (famous icons) there were also Cleopatra, a Pharaoh, Dorothy from the
Wizard of Oz, the White Swan, the Phantom of the opera, prisoners in their
stripy suits, Zorro and Audrey Hepburn who was insisting on breakfast at Tiffany’s
at 3 am when we said goodbye.
I order Mulled wine but then realise
that sugar was added so I proceed with regular wine and a glass of whiskey at
the end of the night- responsible drinking guaranteed and always intercalate with
a pint of water (secret to survive parties).
At the time of the cake I skip my
piece, Audrey Hepburn who certainly hasn't been reading my blog says: ‘You aren't really into sweets are you? Haven’t seen you eating any of them over the last month’
When our private venue bartender temporarily
disappears I walk to the bar upstairs to grab a drink, the bartender asks: ‘Can
I see your ID please?’
‘What? Me? ‘Oh come on you can’t be
serious.’
‘I need to be certain you can drink
whiskey.’
You actually think I am under 21 or
you just don’t like my face?’ I ask jokingly
‘I like your face that is why I need
to make sure you are 21’
As I search inside my mini purse I
say: ‘I don’t any ID on me.’
‘What do you have?’
‘Business cards, credit card.’
‘Can I see the business card?’
I pass it over, he reads: ‘Mindbodychanges,
interesting name, I’ll check it out.’
A few seconds after he hands me the drink.
'Was this an unusual way to ask for my contact?' I might have to go back to my notes on dating..(http://30daysforonlinemenshopping.blogspot.ie/)
Now, where are those Hungarian
cookies? yummmmm
