What a weekend, and as the week's beginning goes, it couldn't get more exciting! Oh yes, it would.
So much happening in London!
Last week was a yearly visit to Decorex with Shiba. If you are wondering what Decorex is, it is not as Shane, my hunk of a friend, suggested:
"Has this anything to do with condoms?"
No! Although it may sound like Durex, it is a design exhibition... As in decoration.
Saturday began with a business meeting with Charlotte and Nicolas and a family lunch in Kingston. The rows of busy restaurants by the River Thames were flocking with people, enjoying the last summer heat. Thirty degrees in October is unheard of but ever so welcomed by everyone.
The quiet evening turned into a busy night out!
Kristine texted me Saturday evening; it had been a while since we last met. I picked her up for a cocktail in Zuma. As we settled in a couple of bar stools, ordered my favourite passion fruit martini, and began catching up, the Scandinavian Milo stood between us and started talking and introducing us to his colleagues.
Not long after, the waitress serving their drink somehow managed to shake the bottle, the lead fell off, and before I knew it, the white wine poured all over my bare right arm!
I laughed as this was getting into a jinx with me. Milo apologetically said:
"Sorry for this. Could I offer you some wine?"
"That's fine," I prompted, "Seems I already had some! If only the waitress was one of the cute barmen, I would ask him to lick it off my arm."
It was a mere suggestion, but Milo took the matter seriously and took my arm with a licking gesture but ended up kissing my arm to the top.
I looked at Kristine's face in shock, clueless about what was happening but smiling.
The boys left soon after, and we decided it was too early to end a good night. We drove to Maggie's club. Sitting outside the place watching the young crowd enter, we looked at each other in question and drove off to Maddox Club instead.
My very dear friend Marshall runs the place. The bouncers made us wait a little before Marshall showed up, directed us to the private room where we could dance without being pushed around, and handed us a glass of Dom Perignon, a champagne I always associate with James Bond 007! After an hour of moving around the crowded basement area, in and out of the walled smoking outdoor cubicle and back into the private room, we decided 'it was enough' and headed to Fabric for an hour. Now that was a first! Only one hour, we said, and that's the plan we kept.
Sunday morning was Pilates with Hollie. Followed by a soda, lemon and lime at The White Horse pub, entertaining Clara with stories of the summer. Only to rush home to change and drive off to Ernest's. Lunch in the outside restaurant by the canal at Summer House with Kelly, Torsten and Daren (The Croatia connection), introducing us to his adorable girlfriend, Emelie, was a delight. We dug into our seafood, enjoying the sun's warmth with a slight breeze of a heat wave.
After lunch, Sabrina joined us with a newcomer, Sai, for more fun and frolic.
Monday was an appointment with a new dentist. Thank goodness I really liked her.
As I walked home, the colossal wooden art exhibit erected outside the V&A museum drew me in to see 'The Power of Making' exposition.
Although invitingly sensual, the Widow Dressmaker pin dress by Susie MacMurray must have been hell to make with what looked like thousands of large pins! Definitely not a dress made for pulling!
'The Beast six-necked guitar' by Gary Hutchins consisted of six guitars in one piece! What attracted my attention with a smile was that I had met a guitar maker called Gary in Soho House some years before. He did brag about his skills in making many instruments for famous rock stars, and we returned to my place with Lori and a friend of the guitar maker whom I knew from before. It was a funny night, to say the least!
Oh well... Memories, memories.
What made my eyes glitter was Ben Wilson's hand-built low-rider bike encrusted with over 110,000 Swarovski crystals. If only one could wear that around one's neck! Haha... Just kidding.
There was an invite to Sotheby's Auction House in New Bond Street to attend on Monday evening. 'Contemporary Art / Arab and Iranian'.
Kristine accompanied me for a viewing. Sotheby's grand rooms were packed with the shi-shiest of Londoners and visitors alike. A row of faces I knew before passed by to say hello in a rush. Amid admiration for some of the paintings, my eyes met up with the stunning girl coming towards me; she said:
"Hi, we met outside Zuma's in the summer."
How wonderful. We exchanged numbers once again, with the view of a meeting.
At the entrance, the work of Reza Derakshani, with shades of pink, caught our admiration.
As we walked through the first-floor passage, in the next room, I could distinguish the work of Hassan, whom I had met on several occasions before. It reminded me of the short opening of the Double Club in the Angel area.
And last but not least, was my favourite piece de resistance ...
By Laila Shawa... 'Fashionista Terrorist'! Mmmm... Me like.
The evening ended with a gathering of friends from the expo, heading to Hakkasan's in Mayfair. Kristine and I got invited to Lahore by the charming, ever-so-young-looking mother and her daughter sitting beside us. The lady insisted we pay them a visit to Pakistan, a place I would love to visit one day.
Dinner at Star of India with Bardo tonight followed today's productive meeting with Charlotte, which passed by like a blow in the wind.
It is great to have a goal in life.
So much happening in London!
Last week was a yearly visit to Decorex with Shiba. If you are wondering what Decorex is, it is not as Shane, my hunk of a friend, suggested:
"Has this anything to do with condoms?"
No! Although it may sound like Durex, it is a design exhibition... As in decoration.
Saturday began with a business meeting with Charlotte and Nicolas and a family lunch in Kingston. The rows of busy restaurants by the River Thames were flocking with people, enjoying the last summer heat. Thirty degrees in October is unheard of but ever so welcomed by everyone.
The quiet evening turned into a busy night out!
Kristine texted me Saturday evening; it had been a while since we last met. I picked her up for a cocktail in Zuma. As we settled in a couple of bar stools, ordered my favourite passion fruit martini, and began catching up, the Scandinavian Milo stood between us and started talking and introducing us to his colleagues.
Not long after, the waitress serving their drink somehow managed to shake the bottle, the lead fell off, and before I knew it, the white wine poured all over my bare right arm!
I laughed as this was getting into a jinx with me. Milo apologetically said:
"Sorry for this. Could I offer you some wine?"
"That's fine," I prompted, "Seems I already had some! If only the waitress was one of the cute barmen, I would ask him to lick it off my arm."
It was a mere suggestion, but Milo took the matter seriously and took my arm with a licking gesture but ended up kissing my arm to the top.
I looked at Kristine's face in shock, clueless about what was happening but smiling.
The boys left soon after, and we decided it was too early to end a good night. We drove to Maggie's club. Sitting outside the place watching the young crowd enter, we looked at each other in question and drove off to Maddox Club instead.
My very dear friend Marshall runs the place. The bouncers made us wait a little before Marshall showed up, directed us to the private room where we could dance without being pushed around, and handed us a glass of Dom Perignon, a champagne I always associate with James Bond 007! After an hour of moving around the crowded basement area, in and out of the walled smoking outdoor cubicle and back into the private room, we decided 'it was enough' and headed to Fabric for an hour. Now that was a first! Only one hour, we said, and that's the plan we kept.
Sunday morning was Pilates with Hollie. Followed by a soda, lemon and lime at The White Horse pub, entertaining Clara with stories of the summer. Only to rush home to change and drive off to Ernest's. Lunch in the outside restaurant by the canal at Summer House with Kelly, Torsten and Daren (The Croatia connection), introducing us to his adorable girlfriend, Emelie, was a delight. We dug into our seafood, enjoying the sun's warmth with a slight breeze of a heat wave.
After lunch, Sabrina joined us with a newcomer, Sai, for more fun and frolic.
Monday was an appointment with a new dentist. Thank goodness I really liked her.
As I walked home, the colossal wooden art exhibit erected outside the V&A museum drew me in to see 'The Power of Making' exposition.
Although invitingly sensual, the Widow Dressmaker pin dress by Susie MacMurray must have been hell to make with what looked like thousands of large pins! Definitely not a dress made for pulling!
'The Beast six-necked guitar' by Gary Hutchins consisted of six guitars in one piece! What attracted my attention with a smile was that I had met a guitar maker called Gary in Soho House some years before. He did brag about his skills in making many instruments for famous rock stars, and we returned to my place with Lori and a friend of the guitar maker whom I knew from before. It was a funny night, to say the least!
Oh well... Memories, memories.
What made my eyes glitter was Ben Wilson's hand-built low-rider bike encrusted with over 110,000 Swarovski crystals. If only one could wear that around one's neck! Haha... Just kidding.
There was an invite to Sotheby's Auction House in New Bond Street to attend on Monday evening. 'Contemporary Art / Arab and Iranian'.
Kristine accompanied me for a viewing. Sotheby's grand rooms were packed with the shi-shiest of Londoners and visitors alike. A row of faces I knew before passed by to say hello in a rush. Amid admiration for some of the paintings, my eyes met up with the stunning girl coming towards me; she said:
"Hi, we met outside Zuma's in the summer."
How wonderful. We exchanged numbers once again, with the view of a meeting.
At the entrance, the work of Reza Derakshani, with shades of pink, caught our admiration.
As we walked through the first-floor passage, in the next room, I could distinguish the work of Hassan, whom I had met on several occasions before. It reminded me of the short opening of the Double Club in the Angel area.
And last but not least, was my favourite piece de resistance ...
By Laila Shawa... 'Fashionista Terrorist'! Mmmm... Me like.
The evening ended with a gathering of friends from the expo, heading to Hakkasan's in Mayfair. Kristine and I got invited to Lahore by the charming, ever-so-young-looking mother and her daughter sitting beside us. The lady insisted we pay them a visit to Pakistan, a place I would love to visit one day.
Dinner at Star of India with Bardo tonight followed today's productive meeting with Charlotte, which passed by like a blow in the wind.
It is great to have a goal in life.
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