Last week, I was invited to the launch of a lounge in London:
Avalon on Shoreditch High Street. As they promised free champagne and cocktails, I was very eager to go and wore my cocktail dress to work on Wednesday so that I could brag about where I was going that night. I love events like this, but there's always five problems with me going there.
1. They only invite journalists and celebrities. As I am not a journalist any more and not a celeb just yet, I was slightly Out Of Place at Avalon and I knew it.
2. When I can drink delicious Karma Sip-tra cocktails for free, I will. The Karma Sip-tra contained muddled blackberries, basil, sloe gin and Mandarine Napoleon liqueur and I've never seen mixologists work so quickly and stress-free at the same time. Of course, I had to ask why it said '****' on a mirror behind the bar, and when it turned out to be non-alcoholic, I ordered "two pussies with vodka, please". Bartender was not offended.
3. As a vegetarian, I have to turn down all stomach liners.I missed out on dim sum that smelled of duck, which, according to my chaperon, was excellent.
4. Once I get that rosy glow, I'll do anything to blend in. After boring the bouncers and bartenders (all lovely people, honestly) I resorted to my old trade and found myself taking pictures of famous but wasted birds in the loos (especially love the close-up of the talk-to-the-hand).
5 The next morning, all I remember about the party is that I need to write a review about it. Checking out my fresh bruises on Thursday morning, I knew it had been an awesome night and wished I could write a raving review about Avalon. Luckily, I had some pictures to refresh my memory...