Christmas or no Christmas, my partying continues!
For someone who has no plans for most of the week on a Monday, it is MDAaaamazing (no stopping me now!) to find events to attend daily on a last-minute basis. That's the way I like it. Aha aha.
After booking my ticket on Boxing Day, I am filled with joy, flying to a warm, sunny corner of the world in great company. Actually, I can wait. Great things come to those who wait! Besides, there is so much happening in London regarding Christmas parties.
Thoughts meander in my mind, like a wind twirling through a tunnel, with many ideas of varied topics I would love to write about. A friend once advised me to buy a dictaphone and speak to it in full-minded moments. I bought the gadget the following week, but it appeared complicated. Mixed with a lack of interest in reading instructions, it has been set aside, waiting to be studied on an actionless holiday, which has yet to happen in the past year! One day.
My date last week proposed dinner at the Cambio de Tercio tapas restaurant, which I had heard so much about. I must admit the food was heavenly. Combined with the fabulous company, the mid-week evening became a feast for the senses.
Where do these days and hours fly? Despite the continuation of late nights, I realised it had been ten days since I got a chance to write my blog, and even tonight, I only got home at midnight with an urge to write, or another week would pass.
I need help to keep up with myself! Again.
Last Friday, the meeting with my partner got cancelled due to a plumbing emergency in my flat. Well, shit happens. Having stayed in all day, I got ready earlier than expected to meet Heidi and Berto at The Brompton Club for dinner. Their friend Arne arrived late, a little tipsy, having attended various Christmas drinks events before the dinner. After serving the food, the restaurant turned into a club, and the crowd seemed too stuffy for my liking, so I suggested we all went down to Scrubs Lane, on another side of town, to hear two good friends DJ-saying at a warehouse. And so we drove to the designated area.
The Loft Studios could only be spotted by the doormen outside the dark road. As we entered the outdoor space, I kept seeing familiar faces of many friends and more to come as we went to the first floor, where the music was being played. It turned out to be a genuinely fantastic evening. Heidi and Berto made their way home and left me with the uncontrollable Arne. Berto had mentioned earlier through dinner:
"Haldita, you've the patience of a Saint dealing with Arne!"
At the Loft studios, every time I was greeted by the vast number of people I knew in the room, Arne appeared from behind and would try to grab me by the neck while I would try to let go of his hand by pushing it aside in a brush. This action continued throughout the night until the 5 am closure of the place. At one stage, I nailed my fingers in his toned arm and almost came out in a rage when I took hold of myself suddenly and started laughing at the situation. Arne seemed puzzled and asked: "What happened?"
There was no use explaining, so I offered to take him home on my way.
Through the crowd, the adorable face of Giancarlo, a new friend I had met at an after-party the week before, appeared; he mentioned a very private after-party at his place, which I gladly accepted but also did say:
"I'm on my own."
As Arne was standing at the bar before we left, observing, he asked:
"So, you got the guy's number?"
I was somewhat astounded by his remark and replied:
"Yep."
I did wonder what makes a guy so cocky? Sure, he was tall, good looking and I am sure, successful in business but he also had a girlfriend I had met before and besides, there is something in the mind and soul of a person that makes them 'sexy', not merely an appearance. On that thought, I decided the only way to proceed was to drive Arne home, which was on my way anyway and not make a fuss.
Needless to say, when I dropped him at his house, he kept insisting I go up for a cuddle! What happened to the old 'wanna come up for a drink' line? Haha.
I successfully dropped him off and continued the early morning at a gathering at Giancarlo's. And I met more lovely people and danced till my tired legs could take it no longer. It was funny that everyone who had been to the Loft came with white paint scattered over their shoes. I decided to keep the white paint on my grey flannel Diors and call them the latest 'Loft Diors'.
I crawled under the duvet at a decent 8 am hour to get a two-hour sleep before the plumber returned to finish fixing the toilet, followed by a photo shoot with Salvator.
At the Loft, his friend Flavio, who knew I was having my picture taken the following day, kept asking:
"Haldita, don't you've a photo shoot tomorrow?"
"Yes," I would reply. "Seems I do."
"So," Flavio continued. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be home asleep? You'll look terrible in the morning."
"Darling," I said confidently, "I never look terrible. Don't you worry?"
Flavio shook his head, smiling.
The photoshoot with Salvator went smoothly, as expected, over a bottle of champagne, as I am not entirely comfortable when faced with a lens.
"Are you shy, Haldita?" Had asked another photographer earlier that week.
"Are you kidding?" I answered in amazement. "I don't think that is a word you could use in my vicinity. I must learn to look at a camera as a friend and be less egoistic about my flaws. In other words... Accept me." As in life.
I can't believe I missed a great party on Saturday evening, as I fell asleep through the night. I woke up at 2 am and wondered whether I should call my friends and join them, but sensibly, for a change, I didn't.
Sunday was a long session of lounging in front of the fireplace at Lola's, followed by a drink with Sophie at Blakes. Midnight was a decent hour to be home on a Sunday night.
As for Monday (school night for most), I still made it out at 10 pm to head towards the King's Club through the windy, rainy scene of my bedroom window. Another Christmas party, another variation of festive people.
Tila was arriving directly from Eurostar with her carry-on luggage. The night was a good laugh with her. Aroldo was a Facebook friend with whom we had exchanged comments many times but had only met then. When I saw him standing alone, I moved closer and introduced myself.
Aroldo stood aback, browsed over me and instantly embraced me closely and lovingly. It must have been the longest and most intimate hug I ever got for a first-time meeting! All in laughter, Aroldo said:
"That must be the best laugh I've ever heard. It's because it's coming from the heart."
Talking to him about freeing one's soul and flying above life's ups and downs was delightful. We should not be bothered by others' perceptions of us but live our dreams as we choose.
The night was too good to end, so I offered a handful of like-minded few to come to my place. As we sat in the black cab for a ride home, I noticed a long, rectangular box sitting next to me. Picked it up and opened the box to be faced with a samurai sword, now held in my right hand! A couple of glasses of champagne must have gone to my head as I held the package closely as if it were gifted to me and brought it home. How many times in one's life does one find a samurai knife? Or sword?! It's like winning the lottery. Perhaps not quite. But a good omen, nevertheless.
For someone who has no plans for most of the week on a Monday, it is MDAaaamazing (no stopping me now!) to find events to attend daily on a last-minute basis. That's the way I like it. Aha aha.
After booking my ticket on Boxing Day, I am filled with joy, flying to a warm, sunny corner of the world in great company. Actually, I can wait. Great things come to those who wait! Besides, there is so much happening in London regarding Christmas parties.
Thoughts meander in my mind, like a wind twirling through a tunnel, with many ideas of varied topics I would love to write about. A friend once advised me to buy a dictaphone and speak to it in full-minded moments. I bought the gadget the following week, but it appeared complicated. Mixed with a lack of interest in reading instructions, it has been set aside, waiting to be studied on an actionless holiday, which has yet to happen in the past year! One day.
My date last week proposed dinner at the Cambio de Tercio tapas restaurant, which I had heard so much about. I must admit the food was heavenly. Combined with the fabulous company, the mid-week evening became a feast for the senses.
Where do these days and hours fly? Despite the continuation of late nights, I realised it had been ten days since I got a chance to write my blog, and even tonight, I only got home at midnight with an urge to write, or another week would pass.
I need help to keep up with myself! Again.
Last Friday, the meeting with my partner got cancelled due to a plumbing emergency in my flat. Well, shit happens. Having stayed in all day, I got ready earlier than expected to meet Heidi and Berto at The Brompton Club for dinner. Their friend Arne arrived late, a little tipsy, having attended various Christmas drinks events before the dinner. After serving the food, the restaurant turned into a club, and the crowd seemed too stuffy for my liking, so I suggested we all went down to Scrubs Lane, on another side of town, to hear two good friends DJ-saying at a warehouse. And so we drove to the designated area.
The Loft Studios could only be spotted by the doormen outside the dark road. As we entered the outdoor space, I kept seeing familiar faces of many friends and more to come as we went to the first floor, where the music was being played. It turned out to be a genuinely fantastic evening. Heidi and Berto made their way home and left me with the uncontrollable Arne. Berto had mentioned earlier through dinner:
"Haldita, you've the patience of a Saint dealing with Arne!"
At the Loft studios, every time I was greeted by the vast number of people I knew in the room, Arne appeared from behind and would try to grab me by the neck while I would try to let go of his hand by pushing it aside in a brush. This action continued throughout the night until the 5 am closure of the place. At one stage, I nailed my fingers in his toned arm and almost came out in a rage when I took hold of myself suddenly and started laughing at the situation. Arne seemed puzzled and asked: "What happened?"
There was no use explaining, so I offered to take him home on my way.
Through the crowd, the adorable face of Giancarlo, a new friend I had met at an after-party the week before, appeared; he mentioned a very private after-party at his place, which I gladly accepted but also did say:
"I'm on my own."
As Arne was standing at the bar before we left, observing, he asked:
"So, you got the guy's number?"
I was somewhat astounded by his remark and replied:
"Yep."
I did wonder what makes a guy so cocky? Sure, he was tall, good looking and I am sure, successful in business but he also had a girlfriend I had met before and besides, there is something in the mind and soul of a person that makes them 'sexy', not merely an appearance. On that thought, I decided the only way to proceed was to drive Arne home, which was on my way anyway and not make a fuss.
Needless to say, when I dropped him at his house, he kept insisting I go up for a cuddle! What happened to the old 'wanna come up for a drink' line? Haha.
I successfully dropped him off and continued the early morning at a gathering at Giancarlo's. And I met more lovely people and danced till my tired legs could take it no longer. It was funny that everyone who had been to the Loft came with white paint scattered over their shoes. I decided to keep the white paint on my grey flannel Diors and call them the latest 'Loft Diors'.
I crawled under the duvet at a decent 8 am hour to get a two-hour sleep before the plumber returned to finish fixing the toilet, followed by a photo shoot with Salvator.
At the Loft, his friend Flavio, who knew I was having my picture taken the following day, kept asking:
"Haldita, don't you've a photo shoot tomorrow?"
"Yes," I would reply. "Seems I do."
"So," Flavio continued. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be home asleep? You'll look terrible in the morning."
"Darling," I said confidently, "I never look terrible. Don't you worry?"
Flavio shook his head, smiling.
The photoshoot with Salvator went smoothly, as expected, over a bottle of champagne, as I am not entirely comfortable when faced with a lens.
"Are you shy, Haldita?" Had asked another photographer earlier that week.
"Are you kidding?" I answered in amazement. "I don't think that is a word you could use in my vicinity. I must learn to look at a camera as a friend and be less egoistic about my flaws. In other words... Accept me." As in life.
I can't believe I missed a great party on Saturday evening, as I fell asleep through the night. I woke up at 2 am and wondered whether I should call my friends and join them, but sensibly, for a change, I didn't.
Sunday was a long session of lounging in front of the fireplace at Lola's, followed by a drink with Sophie at Blakes. Midnight was a decent hour to be home on a Sunday night.
As for Monday (school night for most), I still made it out at 10 pm to head towards the King's Club through the windy, rainy scene of my bedroom window. Another Christmas party, another variation of festive people.
Tila was arriving directly from Eurostar with her carry-on luggage. The night was a good laugh with her. Aroldo was a Facebook friend with whom we had exchanged comments many times but had only met then. When I saw him standing alone, I moved closer and introduced myself.
Aroldo stood aback, browsed over me and instantly embraced me closely and lovingly. It must have been the longest and most intimate hug I ever got for a first-time meeting! All in laughter, Aroldo said:
"That must be the best laugh I've ever heard. It's because it's coming from the heart."
Talking to him about freeing one's soul and flying above life's ups and downs was delightful. We should not be bothered by others' perceptions of us but live our dreams as we choose.
The night was too good to end, so I offered a handful of like-minded few to come to my place. As we sat in the black cab for a ride home, I noticed a long, rectangular box sitting next to me. Picked it up and opened the box to be faced with a samurai sword, now held in my right hand! A couple of glasses of champagne must have gone to my head as I held the package closely as if it were gifted to me and brought it home. How many times in one's life does one find a samurai knife? Or sword?! It's like winning the lottery. Perhaps not quite. But a good omen, nevertheless.
Another late evening ended, as the early morning began with a bang! One of my guests managed to topple the coffee table over as she leaned on the side to stand up to leave. The broken champagne flutes, the now chipped antique vase of roses, all the many candles and the holders, and the full ashtrays all fell, some on the poor girl's arm and her Alaia dress. We were all in shock! I rushed towards her to see if she had not hurt herself in any way, and thank God, she seemed fine. They left apologetically as I brushed out the carpet to prepare for my boxing with the trainer in the morning!
All I said was: "No worries. This was not the first time, and it probably won't be the last!"
As the week continued, what an absolute feast for the taste buds at Ernest's dinner invite to the Kateh restaurant in Maida Vale. Kelly and Gracy were amongst the table of ten, privately laid out for our party in the basement. At Ernest's persistence, I managed to entertain his guests with one of my mad stories at the music conference in Miami, at the invite of Lola, accompanied by two other girlfriends on our 'Pigs on Tour' expedition of the groupies. We learned at the trip's beginning that we were all born under the Chinese Year of The Pig! Only with minor decades of gap in years. Haha
And as for the heading of the page ...
Never think you've arrived at your destination. Once you've reached one goal, stretch out for the next. Life goes on, and the journey continues.
All I said was: "No worries. This was not the first time, and it probably won't be the last!"
As the week continued, what an absolute feast for the taste buds at Ernest's dinner invite to the Kateh restaurant in Maida Vale. Kelly and Gracy were amongst the table of ten, privately laid out for our party in the basement. At Ernest's persistence, I managed to entertain his guests with one of my mad stories at the music conference in Miami, at the invite of Lola, accompanied by two other girlfriends on our 'Pigs on Tour' expedition of the groupies. We learned at the trip's beginning that we were all born under the Chinese Year of The Pig! Only with minor decades of gap in years. Haha
And as for the heading of the page ...
Never think you've arrived at your destination. Once you've reached one goal, stretch out for the next. Life goes on, and the journey continues.
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