So, I’ve been doing a lot of ‘living’ over the past few days and I guess when you’re a blogger, with a niche that celebrates life, love, glamour pussing and good times…you kinda find yourself naturally, well…. celebrating life, love, glamour pussing and good times and as your schedule ‘jazzes’ up…your friends, family, agents and brand collabos, rev into ‘first gear’ and you only have tiny bits of ‘free time,’ where you can actually hit*pause,* pour a merlot and write it all out, for the masses to enjoy!
It’s a shimmie that I need to conquer. But in exactly EIGHT DAYS, I’ll finally have that balance right!
*Swag Snaps Here*
I’m really happy, everything’s great. I feel like the luckiest girl in the world. I guess, I never realised how opportunity could *knock* at the sassy little age of thirty six. But it did, and I opened the door, with my heart and my fingers crossed….and well now…. I couldn’t be more excited for the future. Yet, the future is the future…what happens NOW, it what makes the magic.
Saturday began peacefully. I indulged and enjoyed Mama time with Ruby & Junior, where we wrote Santa Lists, during early Breakfasts, shopped around Christmas Markets, lunched, whilst we laughed at old memories, made new memories and wished upon stars… (I had Pina Coladas.)
Then all of a sudden day turned to night and just like magic I almost *blinked* and found myself in my grey Pretty Little Thing number, with huge diamante earrings dangling with excitement, my ‘big hair don’t care’ wink, hot bow toed heels and a faux fur clutch, as I sat at the bar at Ego, with a wine with a…
Bartender Josh: ‘Where’ve you been?? It’s my last shift tonight. You’ve missed all the drama…’
…as I waited for ‘Double B’ to meet me….so we could venture into Leeds City Centre to the most deliciously glamourous night of ‘girl fun,’ to celebrate ‘Hustle Barbie’s ‘I’m turning 28’ Birthday.
Gangsta J (Double B’s Boyfriend) rolled up in their mean green diamante green Mercedes and as we drank wine from the bottle, picked ‘Fairytale Blond’ up on the way, we sizzled into Bar Soba on Merrion Street, Leeds… for bottomless supper….and absolute girl merriment.
We were there first, we sat down, got situated, ordered drinks…and then before you know it the rest of the girls filtered in, all dresses, all pouty lipped, all ready for a ‘good time’….and at this point sophistication glistening from our souls.
Now, we’re all glamourous, we’re all social, we all know how to have a good time and we were ALL ready for an evening naughtiness. I met new girls, who have shimmied on the birthday girls ‘best friend list’ for a jolly long time.
Then ‘Hustle Barbie’ struts in, in her fitted black dress, already drunk. J (I love it when she’s pissed, because you can see it in her eyes…She does a glammy ‘rag doll’ strut and gives over friendly hugs, like she’s loved you forever.) And from that point, life, love, glamour pussing and celebrations stole our memories. Bottomless prosecco and apple& ginger mojitos stole our grace….Lord knows what we even ordered for dinner? It was served to us beautifully, like a platter of warm delights, during topics on work, boob jobs and boys….
Double B and Sassy A tried to order ‘Hustle’ some kind of sparkly dessert.
Waiter: ‘We only have ice cream..and she’s vegan, so darling, she can’t have MILK.’
Double B: ‘Well what else do you have??’
Waiter: A £40 cocktail that we can out a sparkler in?’
Double B & Fairytale: ‘We’re not fucking spending that on her…We’ll just *high five* her instead. Lol’
I missed that moment. I didn’t even know it had happened until the day after, as ‘Hustle Barbie’ and I had already found ourselves at the bar, ordering shots for the world…
Bartender: ‘Well you can have those two for free…’
Me: But we need TWENTY!!’
Then with a…
‘Is that contactless’
Selfies were taken, shots were swizzled, hand bags were grabbed and we all tottered down dark lit stairs to dance, drink and be merry.
(All I remember is ‘Fairytale’ constantly asking for chewing gum, some random guy buying me a cheap bottle of prosecco, Double B making me ‘almost cry’ and then us all venturing outside, to sit at the bar tables, under the night stars, as the city cobbles filled with other ‘merrimenters’ on a busy Saturday, Leeds night. It was DIVINE. Yet we were all a little ‘shimmied’ that fun turned into MADNESS.)
Hustle Barbie found a random bike on the pavement….and in her glamour pussy, tight black dress glory (she accidentally had part of her nipple out) decided that she needed to sit on it…
So she stepped forward, COMPLETELY MISSED THE BIKE and FELL ON HER ARSE, ON THE MERRION STREET … OUTSIDE BAR SOBA. 🙂
I just remember looking to my left, (I was sat with Fairytale, Double B & Chanel Bag Becki and seeing a huddle of glamourous chicks attempting to pick her up.
[The next morning…
Hustle Barbie: ‘Did I fall over, cos I have a burn mark down my leg? It looks like leopard print.’
You know you’re glamour puss, when your bruises are leopard print.
Then that was it…
Becki Green: ‘We need to take her to hospital…’
Chanel B: ‘I’ve whipped it back and forth now. I NEED to make sure EVERYONE has a GOOD TIME!’
Georgie G: ‘Ewww! Who’s put that shot infront of me????’
Double B: ‘Tuck your nipple back in…’
Hustle: ‘ I have tit tape on…’
Double B: ‘It’s making them look stain glassed. You have a stained glassed nipple.’
Georgie G: ‘We need to get her home!’
Fairytale: ‘I need to fix my face. NOW!! I need to go to Manahatta?’
Becki Green: ‘No, I’m taking her to hospital.’
Me: ‘Shall we just go get a drink in Manahatta first? We can do hospital afterward.’
Green Dress B: ‘Yeah, lets go…’
Sassy A: Who’s bag is this?’
Chanel B: ‘That’s MY CHANEL! I’ll have that BACK, thank you very much.’
Me: ‘I’m Snapchatting…’
Then with a *blink,* we were ALL in Manahatta, which seemed like the BUSIEST PLACE… IN ALL OF THE GLAMOUROUS LAND. The bar was filled with stylish handsomes, great music, sassy girls and saxophone players stood on bar tops, as an energy of lively spirit buzzed through the crowds. People wiggled and winked their way through the masses, as the trendy Leeds boys checked out the talent and the girls pouted their struts with ‘serilla.’
A magical swirl of ‘glitter filled’ mood lighting, swoosh around us, as sexiness and laughter dashed by us and cocktail glasses *clinked* madly. Hustle was falling around at the bar. (Some Lady called us ‘Slappers’ simply because Hustle got served before her.)
Chanel B: ‘It’s not HER FAULT, if the bartender served her first. It’s her birthday!’
Evil Lady: ‘It’s my friends birthday too!! I’ve been waiting…’
Me: ‘It’s JUST REALLY BUSY, calm down…’
Evil Lady: ‘You’re just slappers…’
Me: ‘You’re the rudest person, I’ve…’
Chanel B: ‘Let’s move over there….’
Then the Evil Lady grabs Chanel B’s handbag chain…
Me: ‘DON’T GRAB HER CHANEL!!!!’
Then we moved to a better part of the venue, with ‘served first’ drinks, that plonked us higher up and looked over the masses. This was after I found Hustle sat on the floor, looking for her bank card, after she forgot where she put her drink, so picked up a candle THINKING THAT IT WAS HER COCKTAIL. Yes…She tried to drink out of the candle. 🙂
The music got louder, Green Dress Becki, started sitting on anything that would allow her to perch, whilst performing ‘can can’ kicks to Kylie songs. She performed her kicks so well, that she didn’t realise that her perch of choice was the side of a booth, occupied by somewhat stylish guys, on ‘boys night.’ Mid ‘can can’…and conversation, I looked back and had disappeared backwards. Lol. I looked again, with my gin and tonic…and she had landed head first into the boys booth…this was after she had tinkered to some other booth, that housed Double B’s old PE teacher, drank his entire pint and left. 🙂
There was girl time, dancing, Fairytale was pulling up her tights, Georgie G was civilized and making sure Hustle wasn’t on the floor, Double B had committed to being ‘gangsta’ and after standing on the booth shouting lyrics that would suggest she was a ‘Girl Boss,’ a booty dance was performed in the name of life!
Hustle must’ve loved her ‘Booty Dance’ as she dropped herself from my neck…
Hustle: ‘Tell me that you love me Chrissie…’
And decided to ‘Twerk it’ with her. There was a Twerk Line. I saw a Twerk line. It was impressive. (As if I got ditched for a Twerk Line.)
Chanel B: ‘ SAVE YOURSELVES… Ooh wait. I love this song..’
Georgie G: ‘I need to get her in a taxi.’
Me: Are we stood in a really shit place, because everyone keeps shoving into us..??’
MADNESS HAD OCCURRED AND THE PLACE JUST GOT BUSIER AND BUSIER.
Hustle ended up on the floor again…but happily, like she loved it. Then Green Dress Becki, started licking everything…grabbed my faux fur clutch, emptied it’s contents onto our booth table and wore it on her head??? Lol.
THEN, she found a Pepper grinder. Who knows where from? GRINDED IT, INTO HER OPEN MOUTH and GROWLED.
Dancing, Dancing, Dancing.
And even though it all sounds ‘off the rails,’ it was weirdly more glamourous than you would ever imagine….
Georgie G: ‘Honestly…I should get her home.’
Then like ‘Can Can’ kicks, falling into booths, licking things, wearing my faux fur clutch and Pepper Shots, wasn’t enough of a show, Green Dress Becki decides she going to grab someone else’s hand bag….One of ours…I don’t know whose? Regardless, we were all SO in awe of ‘what would happen next’ that we sat in the booth, gleefully, with excited dolly eyes and anticipation…
I literally watched her in SLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOW MOTION, pick up some zebra stripped hand bag seductively… open it up, like she was a magician…or like there were diamonds hidden under that zipper…and as she raaaaaised the bag toooowaaaards her face….(I just thought she was going to lick it…Lol) she flipping…
She sneezed into the fucking bag because the Pepper Grinder shot had got to her.
We literally sat there and threw our head back with laughter It was the most hilarious moment of all time.
Then I don’t know what happened…But I’d *blinked* again and Fairytale, Double B and I were upstairs with gin and tonics, sitting in some VIP booth, talking to some guy, who owned some company, who wondered why we had decided to sit in his booth….but let us anyway…
Double B: ‘She’s a blogger…A big one…’
Long story short…we never saw the rest of the girls that night. They danced their way to a taxi….with Chanel bags, sneezes and stained glassed nipples galore.
Double B, Fairytale and I, ended up in some other bar, some other bar, and then on the LONGEST WALK IN HISTORY.
Fairytale: ‘Were getting picked up outside Bibis’
So we walked ALL THE WAY ACROSS TOWN. Right to the otherside, stopping in bars for toilet breaks, stopping for ‘hi’s’ with stranger…We passed Mission, that housed Zanetti that night….until we found our way to Bibis, via a tunnel….and a very strange man.
I’d sobered up by this point. Walks do that, don’t they? Lol And someone kept shouting things at me….I just can’t remember who or what?
Our legs must have killed, because we made the executively glamourous decision to sit on the pavement outside Bibis waiting for our lift home….and as we talked life, love and real stories about our existence, a drunk ginger guy walked by us and tried to throw us some change because he thought we were homeless. 🙂
He couldn’t decide?
Our lift came…via Prince Jonny…and Double B TAAAAALLLLLLLLKED, ALL THE WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY HOME.
Got home, got to bed, woke up at 7am the next morning, fresh as a daisy and did *breaky breaky* breakfast with Baby Ruby & Junior.
Hustle almost burnt her house down.
And that my Dolls…is what life is about!