Special birthdays and superstar ladies
I have to tell you about last night: it was, my friends, a classic. I’ve known my friend Jane for 16 years – we worked together at my first job and within a week of Jane starting, and taking the desk next to mine, we were separated for talking/gossiping/giggling. That almost tells you all you need to know…
We’ve been great mates ever since. We’ve had many-a wild night out (the time we pretended to be lesbians to get into a gay club was a particular highlight, as was the night we accosted Strictly’s James Jordan), we met our now-husbands at exactly the same time and Jane was my maid of dishonour when I got married (we stayed out clubbing until 4am on the wedding eve: I had to get up to have my hair and make-up done at 6am – ooops).
Yesterday, Jane celebrated a milestone birthday and I dashed into London straight after watching Grease on stage in Wimbledon to help her mark the occasion: cue dimple pint glasses of cosmopolitan, tequila shots, a tactical vomit (mine), a broken toilet, one street fight (not mine) and drinking cocktails in the Hippodrome (now a Vegas style casino don’tcha know) until the early hours.
I have been unbearably ill all day as a result of the alcohol-fuelled mania, but it was well worth it to help a very dear friend celebrate her special day. (I do need to stop wearing Converse on nights out – I’m slightly more reserved in my booze consumption when I know I have to balance on heels.)
And why the photo of the necklace? Well, given that Jane is an absolute superstar, I decided to give her one of Oliver Bonas’ silver star necklaces as her birthday gift – and boy, she wore it well.
Happy birthday babe!
|Ah, don’t we look demure? You’d never guess we nearly always raise absolute hell when we get together|
Product image from Oliver Bonas