So, I walk out the ‘back room‘ door, now armed with a pink vodka… I thank Gemma, for my ‘back room’ shindig…and Sam Reece walks out of the loo door, at the exact same time. He’s in a hat, skinny jeans….and let’s face it, he’s a much talked about ‘handsome’ that the ladies can’t help but adore…They all love a bit of ‘The Reecey,’ because he *oozes* a charm that is almost magnetic.
All the charm. All the *ooze.* All the hats?
Yet, I needed to go find Sophia…because I’d been meaning to speak to her all night. So, I had to totter off, by the now performing dancing ‘Gatsby Girls,’ who were body popping with ‘ooh faces,‘ tassels and winks galore.. and the poor kittens had to do all that ‘jiggery,’ to a crowd of Reality TV faces…
Me: ‘Hiya! I wanted to come say hello. I JUST missed you in Spain. Literally as you were just getting onto Spanish soil, I was getting into a taxi back to the airport!
Sophia: ‘I know! I wish I had seen you! It was a good time. I wish I would’ve shot with you too!’
Me: ‘I know. Great combo. I love you. I’ve been watching ya stories.’
Now, in case you didn’t know. I adore Sophia. She’s young and currently on this series of ‘Ex on The Beach’ on MTV. She’d just had a drink ‘swilled’ in her face on the telly the evening before and she reigns by the last name ‘Filipe.‘
She’s a DREAM. After speaking to her, she is LITERALLY one of my favourite chicks ever. I just love her. So, I need to drink with her again…and will absolutely stalk her until she’s free. 😉
We chatted for quite a while and for someone who’s brand new to all this ‘on the telly,’ entertainment marlarky, she is the most savvy, together, and hilarious girl i’ve met. She’s quick witted. She’s fun. She’s smart. She’s a glamour puss, yet… like moi, (even if I do say so myself,) she’s one of the most ‘down to earth‘ chicas, you’re ever gonna run into. I could’ve chatted to her all night. Yet instead we pissed ourselves.. at OUR OWN rubbish sense of humours, giggled with ‘Marlie Weekender’ and bantered with the super sweet Joe Angus, (who is set to be the new ‘Scotty T.’)
Me: ‘Have to told Scotty that!’
Joe: ‘Yeah…Haha. I saw him in a club.’
Joe was actually really sweet…I don’t know how to describe him? He seemed sweet like ‘apple pie.’ He’s Geordie and sensible, but still giddy and fun. He’s one of the good guys…all responsible, all ‘on time‘ and shit… and offered to drive people everywhere….because he’s kind like that. Lol. He even brought a hoodie, to keep himself warm and normal. 🙂 If you grew up in LA, he’s like what we used to refer to, as the ‘Good Midwestern Boy.’ But he’s British…and from Newcastle.
Get it? Good!
Long story short…The night at ‘Weaves & Waves’ was coming to an end…We’d all at so much to drink. We’d all embraced a bit of an event…and just now needed MORE, MORE MORE….As per usual…everyone fancied going for a few more drinks around Leeds. So fuck it…we did. Everyone always pretends like they’re deciding, and just goes anyway. 😉 (That always happens at events.)
I was chatting to ‘Marlie Weekender..’
Marlie: ‘My Mum is literally the best photographer.Honestly, you don’t even know. She’s like…pose like this. Pose like that…. I don’t know if I like the guy that I brought? I mean he’s hot, but he’s not that social.
Me: ‘She’s like your Momager. Lol. Which guy? Oh him? He’s hot. Why do I feel like a drag queen right now?’
Karl: ‘I like you. You make me laugh…Why don’t you come over here?’
(We start walking over to his crew of ‘friendlies.’)
People started getting into taxis, left, right and centre to….
‘Shall we meet at Angelica’s?
But I followed Karl, because he was gay and that’s what happens, in my world…
Anyway, I start chatting to his friends Zara, a guy in a cool flat cap (i’m so sorry, I forgot your name) and Sam…(as in ‘Reece.’) They’re all hair stylists and work at a salon in Sheffield…I think it’s called ‘Creator.’ They came as a ‘crew.’
Banter, giggles, whispers and those moments when you don’t know the person you’re conversing with too personally, however you’re liking them, BUT still sizing them up.
‘Why does that dude, look like he’s poured himself into that shirt?’
Me: ‘Hahaha. I like that. His jeans are too skinny though! God!’
Karl: ‘Haha. I love you.’
We all decide to go for ‘one more’ at Angelica’s…But Sam can’t fit me in his car…
Sam: ‘I don’t have enough room in the car.’
Zara: ‘Meet us there…’
Me: ‘Can’t I just fit in the boot? I’m Asian. I’m fine with that.’
Then as everyone kept passing me shit loads of cocktails, to try and ‘finish up,’ and Weaves & Waves were on a ‘Key Hunt.’
‘Why is the key in Manchester???’
I jumped into a taxi with Rick (who organised the event)..
Rick: ‘Chrissie. I like you. It’s funny. I didn’t expect to. Did you win the Paris Hilton Show…’
…and the sexy Emma Woodhams…Who had definitely decided mid journey that she maybe hated all men and that she was definitely Beyonce in her ‘Destiny Childs’ days…
‘Look at me. I am.’
(Notice how everyone doesn’t expect to like me….Lol.)
We couldn’t find Angelica’s for ages. I asked everyone. Rick ran up and down escalators the wrong way, Emma danced and we maybe found Lego Land, whilst singing. I’ve been to Angelica’s 1 million times…so the fact that I couldn’t find it, means cocktails stole my soul.
Me: ‘This is like following the yellow brick road…TO HELL. How have I ended up with you too?’
Then a random helpful dude, pointed at a neon sign above, like it was a sign sent from the Gods…it read…
And after what felt like a marathon, three trip ups, another escalator, a donkey, 42 piggy back rides, a ‘tuk tuk’ wave down… and 42 lifts… We got there…
Me: How the FUCK, do we get to that SIGN…!! Are we…?’
Random Lady (as the elevator door opens):…’Yes, you’re here..’
Prosecco was poured. I spotted Sam, Zara and ‘le crew’ over at a table…we ‘eye clocked..’
But Rick had decided to order us all prosecco, so under the stars, on the roof terrace, we all chatted life, as we pondered our existences.
Me: ‘Right, I’m gonna snapchat the table, so if any of you are doing or saying things you don’t what people to hear…DON’T.’
Everyone laughed…then stopped sinning, for exactly 10 seconds.
After banter, I decided to go back to chat to Sam and crew….
‘I’m off over there now…’
…who decided to shimmie onto the roof terrace anyway.
Zara: ‘We’re going after this one.’
They ended up staying…and it ended up being really fun. I love to chill and just drinky sip, as I chitter….It’s like the perfect scene for a bit of Wunna Land.
Zara: ‘So have you two known each other for ages?’
Sam: ‘No…We’ve just met tonight. In fact, I don’t even know you’re name…What is it?’
Zara: ‘Oh? I thought you two had known each other for years…’
Sam: ‘So you’re a blogger, right? Are you in Leeds, cos i’m just in Sheffield? I really like Leeds.’
Before conversations and sitting down on the evening rooftop terrace began, he had to REMOVE the pure sheepskin throw that was laid on his seat…He did so by just chucking it on the floor, in a good old lothario fashion…
Sam: ‘It might have bugs in it… Haha.’
Me: ‘Don’t tell me that, when I’ve got half my arse on it..’
My bum cushioned that flipping sheepskin. It probably thought it’s Mama was back for a nuzzle. Sam can make ‘throwing sheep’ off chairs look sexy. I just sat on mine…I’m a glamour puss, but sometimes my arse just needs to chill… then had to pull tables across….. so everyone could fit.
We’re all talking. I’m getting to know everyone. I’m warming up to Zara, because she’s a ‘tough crowd’ when she’s around idiots and bullshit. She doesn’t like it. She’s straight forward, direct and actually lots of fun. I loved her. She’s northern, like moi and will literally just ‘tell it how it is.’
Zara: ‘I just can’t deal with bullshit…and they’re bullshit.’
Me: ‘She’s cool though. The rest of them seem really young.;
Sam: ‘Yeah, I like her. She’s banter like a lad…’
By this point, a gaggle of girls had surrounded the table, all giggly and young, they were oozing with absolute delight, BUT WEIRDLY trying to pretend that they didn’t know who Sam Reece was…Yet, knew his name was ‘Sam Reece’ because the fucking said it enough. 😉
This is all you could hear for the next 10 minutes…
‘Are you Sam Reece?’ Sam Reece? It’s Sam Reece. Is it Sam Reece? Sam Reiss? No, Sam Reece. Sam Reece! What do you do? I thought you meant Reiss? As if it’s Sam Reece…Are you Sam Reece…’
Then everyone asked for a ‘Curly Blow.’ 😉
Sam: ‘It just sounds so naughty. Hahah.’
Me: ‘I know. I love it. Hahaha. I want a curly blow.’
Zara: ‘I don’t know how he deals with that…’
(Some girl was tossing her hair in Zara’s face and sat in her seat…so it was all awkward and hysterical, to watch.)
But let me tell you about Sam. The most politest, almost calm, bit of gentleman…served in the style of ‘male model,’ NOT sat on sheepskin, easy going…down to earth…God of all sex appeal. He’s confident, he’s not afraid to try and win a lady over….even though he’ll do so with swag. It’s delivered with a handsome banter… a chilled directness….almost a determination, that doesn’t make him look foolish. He likes to get what he wants, but his soul is good. He’s definitely one of the good guys, yet there’s an ambition in his eyes…Easiest person to talk to…Northern..
You can’t help but like this guy… I mean for someone who’s quite prejudged…and i know how that feels….he’s extremely likeable…
And I only know all this, because well all accidentally had to become his ‘wing man‘ and we were all shit at it. No. I take that back. i’m really good at being ‘wing man.’
We all ended up going home after a few more…We definitely didn’t let anyone get in our elevator… A girl was screaming for us to wait to get into our lift…and it looked like she’d be ages and have 40 friends and Elvis with her…
Sam: ‘I can’t be arsed with that….shut the doors… Haha.’
Then everyone decided to wait for me, on Boar Lane, because my car had got lost…and I couldn’t describe where I was appropriately.
‘I’ve just walked out Trinity and now i’m by Mcdonalds and Nandos…on the corner…’
Zara: We’re waiting because we want to. Don’t be silly. I’m not leaving you here. Shut up, you.’
Me: ‘I’m fine. Just go..’
And because i’m obviously shite at directing anything, Sam takes my phone out my hands…and like some tattooed ‘all together’ hero, starts chatting and solves my first world….’where is the driver’ issues..
‘Is it that Range Rover? It’s here.’
Everyone gets kisses, everyone makes sure I get home safe….THEY go on to Fiber…I get my sorry ass home.
I’m actually at their salon on Thursday….And I’m really excited to see everyone again.
The reason why I loved the ‘Weaves & Waves’ event so much, was that it was actually filled with people, who I loved. That hardly happens….And, it was great because everyone there was ‘alive’ and everyone their was filled with personality. They were all open and easy going…which makes a blog really fucking easy. 😉