Isn't it a shame that people are judging you all the time when they should be concentrating on their well being? Starting with their mind and possibly unhappy lives?
On the wider picture... Life is beautiful and I choose to look at beauty and love that surround me. It was another exhilarating weekend spent at a very dear friend's daughter's engagement party. From the grown-up's celebrations, to the coolest party ever thrown at a nightspot, it was a pure pleasure to take part in it all. The Shoreditch private club with a funky decoration and the ensemble of an eclectic crowd with familiar faces, the great tunes of mostly House music played by the fabulous DJ and of course, superb company, made the night into one to be reminisced for years to come.
The company of the young energises me. It's refreshing.
I love babies because they react to you with their senses. Children are great; most times, as they tell you the truth, upfront and honestly. In general, with people, I feel very comfortable; only when they feel so in my company. Age is of no importance but I have seen certain people's reaction change when they actually hear that 'number', which is fine and feeling that kind of vibe, I simply move on. If you feel comfortable and enjoy someone's company, does anything else really matter?
Before the engagement party, Saturday afternoon was spent in the company of my very Dear friend Ernest. A very late lunch, followed by a conversation over a bottle of bubbly. I confessed to my friend:
"You know Ernest, I go to parties alone at times, feeling strange at first, being on my own. But immediately I realised, it was me and my five personalities entering, 'So don't you worry girl'!"
Ernest loved my comment, he burst into laughter and said:
"Love your line, can I use it?"
"But of course Cheri," I replied.
Soon after, a text arrived from Sabella; visiting London, with whom we had spent bonding times on holiday in India previously and asked if we could get to the party together with her loving husband Sohi.
Talking to Ernest had taken us to 10 p.m. and he left as I got ready to pick up my companions en route to Shoreditch. And my five personalities came along! haha
The best therapy is to be able to laugh at oneself. It makes life so much more fun.
Upon entrance, Aisha's warm hug and the bride-to-be's loving welcome continued with more kisses from other friends, which was a great start to the night. Another glass of bubbly in hand, we mingled, Sabella took more photos... There was love in the air.
The theme of the party was 'Who do I wanna be when I grow up', I had a messy bouffant chignon especially designed by my wonderful friend and hairdresser Dez that afternoon with what I call my Tina Turner outfit with a tight fitted dress almost covered by tassels from top to knee, in a light brown/tanned colour and high heels; in the hope that the height of my shoes would keep me away from going to Fabric at the end of the night!
"And who have you come as?" Enquired my buddy Alexi.
"Oh! As me." I answered laughingly.
We danced, talked and bonded further with different groups of friends; old and new.
As the night progressed into the early hours of the morning and the closing down of the party kicked in, I recall the girl next to me, commenting:
"The guy with the dog hanging from his collar creeps me up every time I look at it."
"What dog?" I asked in a puzzle.
Suddenly, there stood a tall guy, indeed with a puppet dog hanging down his t-shirt collar with a heart attached to its mouth. It must have been a great night as I don't remember too much except the fit guy with a dog and his friend, standing next to him, looking rather dashing and hot.
"Is that the doggy that's scaring you?" I enquired as my hand went straight towards the puppy on the fit guy's collar, squeezing its face and the heart attached to the dog's mouth. It was so soft that I carried on my action another time.
"Aah!" Was my next remark.
I honestly cannot recollect what happened exactly next, although I was totally 'with it', or so I thought, but I do remember the two friends flirting with me and I, asking them if they were friends of the bride or groom, to which they answered none.
Shortly after, the club was closing and they asked if I would like to join them for a 'chill out' with music at their place, to which I must have answered 'yes' as we left in a taxi back to their apartment, close by! Mmm...
Now... You know what they say... What happens behind closed doors... Stays behind closed doors... Or did I make that up?!
On a last note, for the next two days starting tomorrow, I shall be running my great pal, Shiba's shop in Barnes for her, as she will be away attending her adorable boy's graduation.Today, I went to take the key to The Shop from her in the afternoon and upon meeting her friend Olivia who happens to be a TV personality without a single chip on her shoulder, got chatting. After a little while, the subject diverted to Bloody Marys and we decided to go down to the pub, almost next door and purchase three... And so we did.
We continued the evening, after closing The Shop, at the same pub, where Rachel; the gorgeous florist friend of Shiba's joined, amongst Stan; her devoted longtime partner and Billy; Olivia's amicable contractor who happened to be passing by. So, we conversed, laughed, dined and spent a brilliant evening in groovy company.
Live freely.
As Olivia mentioned: "After all, those who matter don't mind... And those who mind... Don't matter."
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