The Celebrations

Thursday 24th May 2007

Happy Birthday Miss Unravel.

Went out for a spot of cocktail drinking and Japanese food eating for Miss Unravel's birthday party. As always, it was fun. I still haven't come to terms with the reason behind my inability to drink any more than three cocktails without feeling all funny inside. The mere knowledge that, given half a chance, the world and his wife could drink you under the table, is very unsettling to a budding sexpert/socialite. How exactly am I supposed to climb the rungs of success, have delicious sex and maintain my intelligence without the ability to drink as much and for as long as I'd like.

Having said this, I still haven't been drunk (the way most of the people mentioned on this blog will have been). And for this I am thankful. Drink and be merry I believe the saying goes. Nothing about drinking and having hallucinations and vomit induced fits.

Back to the party, the people present were Mr Tech, Mr ProPlus, Lady Capulet, Miss Unravel, Moi and Miss Unravel's friend and boyfriend (i refer, of course, to two separate people). Since when were lovers friends in the purest sense? Er...never.

Thirst bar (as usual). Satsuma (as usual). Delicious (as usual).

And, let's not forget, I now find (very unflattering bordering on ghastly) photos of myself all over facebook. I thought my pledge to save myself from the virus would have afforded protection enough. Clearly not. Clearly, words need to be had.

Friday 25th May 2007

Happy Birthday Adriana.

The venue was Navaro Joes in Covent Garden (an interesting blend of American style food presented well and tasting, for the most part (and strictly avoiding the sugar ridden peach sorbet) and interesting although expensive cocktails). Had never been there before, so that's always a plus. And yes, I would go back.

One of Adriana's friends who was present, is 'best mates' with Michelle Bass from Big Brother (you know,Michelle and Stu Michelle?) Michelle is currently engaged to her psycho-therapist. I love that, the breaking of the Hippocratic oath that quite clearly stipulates, 'Thou Shalt Not Fuck the Patient and then marry her'. The wedding is planned for next summer and Ophelia tried her very best to nab an invite. Dare I say, knowing Ophelia, she'll be attending. If I manage to go myself, expect to see me on the cover of Heat Magazine the following week won't you.

The dinner took so long that we had no time for post dinner drinks. That said, it was a delicious meal and I'd happily return. It was also lovely seeing Adriana after a long time. Unfortunately, her Boyf was in Spain and unable to attend. We kept an empty seat, just in case.