January 14th 2016
Today I’m in London for my sister’s engagement party. She got engaged six months ago but her bridesmaids organised an engagement dinner for all of her friends (and us, her family).
All of Genine’s friends are like overwhelmingly attractive grown up people. They’ve all got perfect designer clothes and perfectly designed hair, and there’s me, wearing a shirt I got 4 hours ago for a fiver in the New Look sale because I burnt a hole in the one I was planning on wearing when I ironed it this morning.
So to begin with, Me, Alice, Kirstyn and Steve just sat on our lonesome in a (metaphorical not literal) table in a corner.
The venue was really nice. We had a balcony at the Bronte restaurant on The Strand booked off, for the 29 of us.
Everyone was lovely and asked us about our lives, and our jobs, and they’re all so God-damn attractive it’s intimidating. The blokes and the girls.
After dinner we went to Embargoes in Chelsea, and we got there by Uber. It was my first time in an Uber.
I’ll be honest, I was too tired to properly appreciate a night out in Chelsea drinking £12.50 watered-down Vodka Orange Juices with Ollie Locke from Made in Chelsea. (We weren’t technically WITH him, but he was there)
And now we’re in an Uber again.
Until tomorrow, happy engagement to the future Mr and Mrs Aristides.