Today, I read... 'I celebrate the amazing life before me and appreciate the beauty of it all'. How appropriate, I thought. Had to comment... 'I do. I do. I do ALL over and thank my Dear Lord for everything he's granted me. Good and Bad. It's from 'the bad' that I've learned to be tolerant and have a positive outlook... The good times always follow.
Another fabulous weekend of... Partying, of course.
Come to think of it, it has been an inspiring week altogether. Beginning on a new business idea with a very dear friend.
I can't believe an early, mid-week drink with Sophie and Aisha at George's private bar went on to calling on Cher at home, joining Mykono friends visiting at Cipriani's and ending the night at Maddox club!
Another couple of friends visiting London for Fashion Week were Belma and Ahu. While collecting the girls to dine at Fino's Tapas, I felt super jolly and dwelled on the white leather dress to compliment my two fashionable friends. At the traffic lights, while paying homage of gratitude to God, in the brisk air of the clear night, with a moon shining right at me, I noticed a man in a Range Rover smiling at me, big time. Looking down, I saw my bare, tanned legs, which must have taken his notice as he sat in a higher car. As the lights changed, I shrugged my shoulders, smiled back and drove off. There now seemed to be a 'car flirting' going on as we drove. In the folly of it all, I lost my mind, put on the indicator and turned into a street opposite where I was meant to go!
Then I thought again about the decision to take the next right turn in a comprehensive high street; the silver Range Rover pulled up next to me at another light and gestured to open my passenger window.
"You're stunning." He declared abruptly.
"Well, thank you," I responded flirtatiously (as one does).
"Can I tempt you to a drink?" Was his following approach.
The light changed, so before causing further disruption to the traffic due to the encounter, I asked him to drive in front of me. I stopped behind his car at the first possible parking position, and the tall, bold, sexy-looking stranger walked to my passenger window. He further declared his fascination and proposed a request for a drink.
"No, no, no." Was my answer, "I'm late. Going to a dinner now."
The moment's thrill excited me, yet I had decided there would not be another meeting. However... It was in the challenge of knowing whether I had intimidated the poor man with my upfront, 'too-friendly' approach that I passed on my telephone number and rapidly drove off.
Basically, I like confident men!
At dinner in Fino's, the story of the pull by a Range Rover amused my friends. Belma and Ahu invited me to a fashion show on the following day. It is Friday, and my party of Mykonos/Hvar revisited 'chez moi', which is due only hours away. However, the 15:00, An-Pierre Braganza fashion show at the Neoclassical surround of Somerset House was calling. My friends were waiting in the cobbled courtyard. Once inside the black box purposely built catwalk, we were shown a first-row seat. I felt like a child in a toy store, waiting impatiently for the models to carry out the goods. They did look like very serious 'sticks on high heels'! Is this really what women are supposed to look like? Young, skinny boys with no definition in their bodies? And not a smile on their faces?
What happened to the voluptuous, sexy women? It is a matter of opinion, I guess.
Had my own photo shoot.
It was a quick getaway after the show for a hairdo with Dez, and I made it home early enough to be ready before my guests arrived.
What a fun party it turned out to be. Our 'Croatia group' (except Daren, who happened to be on his romantic trip in Paris), a handful of The Mykonos connection, some of whom re-appeared on The Boat, next to us in Hvar. Troy managed to escape from work. Charlotte is my new partner to be (business-wise) with Nicolas, Clarissa, and more. Everyone seemed comfortably at home, conversing. Apart from the neighbour (poor man) ringing my doorbell at 2.30am to ask for the music to be turned off (not even down), all went smoothly.
Saturday was clearing the aftermath and getting ready for a night out with the wild Isabella and her friends Ciela and Paolo, who were over from South America. Dinner was at East End, The Modern Pantry. Modern in design, the restaurant served its philosophy; the food looked desirable and excited the palate in a refreshingly original manner.
A cocktail was to follow at The Zetter Townhouse, conveniently next door on the cobbles of the EC1 square. The draw was due to its buzzing atmosphere of a certain decadence, dimly lit.
Finally, after midnight, we made our way to Fabric, which was only round the corner.
It was a mind-blowing affair of sound amalgamated with familiar faces. The new manager was a bubbly, friendly character I got better acquainted with. Lovely Hilda was there to welcome us; she asked of my partner in crime, Hala, as Hilda calls us 'The Criminal Sisters'. And, of course, the charming organiser of these magical nights, plus consistently surprise appearances by various Fabric buddies, made it into a magical all-nighter.
Ciela, with a slender, exotic look and her partner Paolo, a very cool dude, were a joy to get to know. I must have been South American in a past life. We shared our love of music, dancing through the night (and most of the morning) and bonded. They insisted I join them on their trip to Ibiza in two days, but it is best to decline another five days away and concentrate on work.
Life is but a splendour!
Another fabulous weekend of... Partying, of course.
Come to think of it, it has been an inspiring week altogether. Beginning on a new business idea with a very dear friend.
I can't believe an early, mid-week drink with Sophie and Aisha at George's private bar went on to calling on Cher at home, joining Mykono friends visiting at Cipriani's and ending the night at Maddox club!
Another couple of friends visiting London for Fashion Week were Belma and Ahu. While collecting the girls to dine at Fino's Tapas, I felt super jolly and dwelled on the white leather dress to compliment my two fashionable friends. At the traffic lights, while paying homage of gratitude to God, in the brisk air of the clear night, with a moon shining right at me, I noticed a man in a Range Rover smiling at me, big time. Looking down, I saw my bare, tanned legs, which must have taken his notice as he sat in a higher car. As the lights changed, I shrugged my shoulders, smiled back and drove off. There now seemed to be a 'car flirting' going on as we drove. In the folly of it all, I lost my mind, put on the indicator and turned into a street opposite where I was meant to go!
Then I thought again about the decision to take the next right turn in a comprehensive high street; the silver Range Rover pulled up next to me at another light and gestured to open my passenger window.
"You're stunning." He declared abruptly.
"Well, thank you," I responded flirtatiously (as one does).
"Can I tempt you to a drink?" Was his following approach.
The light changed, so before causing further disruption to the traffic due to the encounter, I asked him to drive in front of me. I stopped behind his car at the first possible parking position, and the tall, bold, sexy-looking stranger walked to my passenger window. He further declared his fascination and proposed a request for a drink.
"No, no, no." Was my answer, "I'm late. Going to a dinner now."
The moment's thrill excited me, yet I had decided there would not be another meeting. However... It was in the challenge of knowing whether I had intimidated the poor man with my upfront, 'too-friendly' approach that I passed on my telephone number and rapidly drove off.
Basically, I like confident men!
At dinner in Fino's, the story of the pull by a Range Rover amused my friends. Belma and Ahu invited me to a fashion show on the following day. It is Friday, and my party of Mykonos/Hvar revisited 'chez moi', which is due only hours away. However, the 15:00, An-Pierre Braganza fashion show at the Neoclassical surround of Somerset House was calling. My friends were waiting in the cobbled courtyard. Once inside the black box purposely built catwalk, we were shown a first-row seat. I felt like a child in a toy store, waiting impatiently for the models to carry out the goods. They did look like very serious 'sticks on high heels'! Is this really what women are supposed to look like? Young, skinny boys with no definition in their bodies? And not a smile on their faces?
What happened to the voluptuous, sexy women? It is a matter of opinion, I guess.
Had my own photo shoot.
It was a quick getaway after the show for a hairdo with Dez, and I made it home early enough to be ready before my guests arrived.
What a fun party it turned out to be. Our 'Croatia group' (except Daren, who happened to be on his romantic trip in Paris), a handful of The Mykonos connection, some of whom re-appeared on The Boat, next to us in Hvar. Troy managed to escape from work. Charlotte is my new partner to be (business-wise) with Nicolas, Clarissa, and more. Everyone seemed comfortably at home, conversing. Apart from the neighbour (poor man) ringing my doorbell at 2.30am to ask for the music to be turned off (not even down), all went smoothly.
Saturday was clearing the aftermath and getting ready for a night out with the wild Isabella and her friends Ciela and Paolo, who were over from South America. Dinner was at East End, The Modern Pantry. Modern in design, the restaurant served its philosophy; the food looked desirable and excited the palate in a refreshingly original manner.
A cocktail was to follow at The Zetter Townhouse, conveniently next door on the cobbles of the EC1 square. The draw was due to its buzzing atmosphere of a certain decadence, dimly lit.
Finally, after midnight, we made our way to Fabric, which was only round the corner.
It was a mind-blowing affair of sound amalgamated with familiar faces. The new manager was a bubbly, friendly character I got better acquainted with. Lovely Hilda was there to welcome us; she asked of my partner in crime, Hala, as Hilda calls us 'The Criminal Sisters'. And, of course, the charming organiser of these magical nights, plus consistently surprise appearances by various Fabric buddies, made it into a magical all-nighter.
Ciela, with a slender, exotic look and her partner Paolo, a very cool dude, were a joy to get to know. I must have been South American in a past life. We shared our love of music, dancing through the night (and most of the morning) and bonded. They insisted I join them on their trip to Ibiza in two days, but it is best to decline another five days away and concentrate on work.
Life is but a splendour!
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