You can tell it's been a good night when you awake at 11, French Boy's failed to make it to work and the bathroom is littered with empty champagne glasses..
Welcome to this morning...
Franklin had somehow made it to work, and as far as I can recall Irish was safely deposited at her house. Make up AND the Cheryl Cole super lashes were off and I had remembered to drink a bottle of Evian so no hideous hangover.
Successful night all round, started off chez Princess and French Boy, well me and the girls did, Frenchie scarpered soon after the first champagne fuelled rendition of "I've got a feeling.....".
After some important outfit choices (Irish - Barbies little sister, Franklin - Barbies brunette sister and me - rock star dominatrix Barbie) and rather a lot of amaretto Bellinis we jumped into our cab to Whisky Mist.
Sweet driver but reasonably useless - tip if you are taking cabs in London Express Cars in Muswell Hill are the cheapest - don't expect to leave in style we waltzed out of Movida last night, everyone else climbed into Bentleys and the like....Vauxhall Zafira anyone!!??!!
Rock up to Whisky for "one drink" people in front of us in the queue get knocked back - reminds me of the days of having no ID and the nervous feeling in the pit of your stomach as you approach the doormen - only it's worse cause if this girl turns you away it's cause you're not looking as good as you thought - wounder!! Fortunately being a guest list picker myself I know the tricks - make sure all your friends are hot and carry an expensive handbag . A cheap bag is worth a thousand words/a credit check and one friend not in line with the posh girl band look could throw a spanner in the works!
We swan in (phew)and bump into a friend who has a table - so end up partying with them, a couple of magnums of grey goose later and our table looks like a scene from Fame!!! We decide to head to Movida (home of the £10,000 cocktail) so we say our goodbyes and make our exit from Prince Harry's fave haunt.
On arriving at Movi we find ourselves sat inches from David Morales who is doing a special set for his friends birthday and arrive just in time for the famous champagne train - basically the music stops, Rocky theme tune comes on and fifteen waitresses in underwear come out holding two bottles each above their heads complete with sparklers! They then top everyone in VIP up and some poor sod foots the giant bill! Giant platters of cake and fruit come around and we dance the night away, champers in hand!
Celeb count - just Morales tonight I'm afraid guys!
Loved- my brand new calf skin over the knee boots!
Hated - girls wearing sequin knickers out as an outfit - you're lucky I had a night off the door ladies or you would have been going home to change!
Doing door at live music night at Maya tonight then heading to soft launch of the New Chinawhites.
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