Taxis to Angelica, Sam Reece & Curly Blows…

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.

‘I’m Portugese.’

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…

‘ANGELICA.’ 😉

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.

NO Filter.

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?’

Me: ‘No.’

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. 😉

 

 

My Airport Jiggle to a Sassy Spanish Getaway

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Whatsapp Msg: ‘Morning!’

‘Morning!’

So on April 5th at exactly 4am, my alarm went off, my *wake up* call shimmied and I started getting ready, glamming up, sorting the last bits of packing, wishing that I had a morning mimosa and that was before I kissed the babies, whilst they were still asleep and dashed out the door, with only two pieces of hand luggage ( I always travel light, I’m not a ‘take the pope and the kitchen sink’ kinda gal.) My driver pulled up, greeted me like he was the perkiest, most stylish human ON EARTH to ever do 4am…and with a…

‘It’s lovely to meet you…Let me take your bags…’

I stepped into his ‘RS’ and we travelled to Leeds/Bradford airport, so I could get my pretty arse on that flight to Spain.

Wooooooooohoooo!

(I don’t know why i’m shouting ‘Wooohooo’ because I pretty much had a panic attack and got super nervous, the evening before for no real reason, other than being a girl. Yipppeee.)

So, for my airport runs, I used Pit Stop Rentals. (You can search them on INSTAGRAM.) They’re a prestigious, super car, chauffeuring company, who pretty much make sure you get to your destination stylishly, in good time and whilst catering that time to your needs.

I’m a service girl. You all know that from this blog. You can be 2 Star or 5 Star brand, if the service is poor….I’ll never use that company again…and I guess,  it’s is scary territory for some, as they’re very aware that I write a blog. 🙂 But always great for me, because I mostly get treated deliciously. Lol

We chatted all the way to the airport, as the dawn turned to day. Clear roads. Easy run. Not traffic. Just bliss. I love travelling at that time. We laughed, We joked. He asked me about my career. Why I was headed to Spain? He gave me really good life tips! And it was great because he settled my nerves and not only made me feel really comfy, yet also kinda made me feel extra confident and somewhat powerful. I needed that.

So, i’ll give them MEGA POINTS for service. It was literally like an airport run with ya best friend AND therapy IN ONE…and you know what I’m like, I’ll chat to anyone, about anything….He did great to put up with my ‘extremely glammy’ 😉  shit.

As soon as we pulled up…my driver then let me take a gzillion selfies, and let me Snapchat and Insta story my entire journey t….as he turned up the tunes and enjoyed the show! Lol

Driver: ‘Make sure you get chair in! Aw! As if you accidentally deleted the best one.’

Me: ‘I know, I hit the wrong thing.. Are you going in it?’

Driver: ‘Nooo. I don’t have my sunglasses. I’ve been up since 4am.’

Me: ‘Yeah, but you don’t look like shit. You’re hot!’

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By this time, everyone in the car park was glaring at us, so I made the executive decision to quit being a twat and just get myself into the airport. 🙂 There’s no shame in my game. I’m a ‘You only live once, so make your story worth it’ piece of chicken. If you want to watch…WATCH. It’s only when you scowl and watch that makes me think you’re ‘judgey.’

Now, when i’m chatting service…My Pitstop Rentals Driver, not only grabbed my bags out the boot for me, BUT also carried them all the way into the airport, through the airport, (I had already ‘checked in online‘ with my Jet2.com app,) he helped me avoid the queues, by chatting to the Jet2 representatives for me, and then sat me down, in a cafe, (because I was super early for my fight ,) and BOUGHT ME a large coffee and a muffin! Lol.

Is that like the best service on EARTH or what???

Then we started just chatting in general about life. He aske me about my world, my love life, my job.

‘You’re the luckiest girl in the world. I would love to have woken up this moment, and be jetting off on a Spanish getaway for a couple days for… And to have had a career young, where you just casually moved to Hollywood to be a model… Lol.’

I asked HIM about his life and found out that he enjoys all things ‘bouji’ and that he DOESN’T TRAVEL LIGHT.

Me: ‘I always travel light, because I have non working arms and if I need to get away fast, I can. Lol’

Driver: ‘That’s a good idea… I don’t know why i’m agreeing, I DON’T actually ever travel light ever. I’m like a chick. I had a 2 night stay in a hotel, took everything in the world, filled a car, took 4 changes of shoes, my slippers, dressing gown, 2 tracksuits, 4 shirts… 3 pairs of jeans….Two wedding outfits….Lol’

It was like the GQ version of ‘The Hungry Caterpillar,’ the part where he just stuffs everything in his belly.

Yet, I enjoyed that could say the word ‘bouji’ and he totally got what I meant, without question, as sometimes people look at me like i’m speaking a whole different language. And I know when people are just pretending to understand what I’m saying to them. 😉 He wasn’t.

Time flew…and before you know it, we headed to Security, to get through the the Boarding gates. Just so I didn’t have to wait…he paid for me to FAST TRACK through , because the lines looked so horrific…and

OH MY GOD! IT WAS A GOO JOB HE THOUGHT OF THAT!

(At that point he left me to my own devices….as I scheduled in my return pick up…)

‘Thank you so much, I really appreciate everything. I’m back on Saturday at 7pm.’

‘It’s been a pleasure thank you. See you then!’

So, I fast track through to security…and from that point it all goes *TITS UP.*

I get to the security, plonk all my stuff in the trays…that goes through to be examined…

There’s things in my luggage that i’m not allowed to take on the plane, so that get’s put to one side, to be opened up and looked through.

I BLEEP at the ‘walk through,’ so I then have to wait to be patted down and mini searched.

By this time, it is now BUSY AS HELL! There’s what feels like a gzillon people, trying to rush through security.

It takes so so, because it’s so busy, that as my flight is boarding…I’m still at security WAITING FOR MY BAG TO BE OPENED UP AND LOOKED THROUGH.

I was there so long, that my gate was now no longer boarding, BUT CLOSING!!!

By this time, I’d won the support of the crowd, who were all rooting for me to get on this plane…and offering me all kinds of help…and letting me push in.

But no pushing in is allowed…as the have to do everything in order…

So, I did what any ‘Diva’ would do…I asked nicely….I asked nicely again, in the most politest manner.

‘I am so so sorry, as I know it’s not your fault, because it’s really busy and just you having to go through everything…But my gate is flashing *closing* and my bag hasn’t been checked through…’

There was nothing he could do…and to be honest, I got that…But I ‘Glamour Pussed’ him in the eye and he gave me a look like he wanted to help and needed to help…but wasn’t allowed to.

An middle aged couple almost ‘begged’ him to let my bag be searched ahead of their bad. But then the big grumpy boss came over and reiterated that ‘NO SPECIAL TREATMENT‘ was allowed…(which is true Lol…But if I can work it, I will.)

Grumpy but right Boss: ‘Do, not let her put her hands in her suitcase!!! It’s not allowed.’

So after I realized that….I did what any little ‘DIVA’ from the Orient would do (because I wasn’t gonna miss that flight and I wasn’t getting my own way.. )

I KICKED THE FUCK OFF! 🙂 HURRAH!

‘I have been WAITING HERE FOR HOURS! My gate had boarded and almost CLOSED IN THAT TIME. I’M GONNA MISS MY FLIGHT AND i KNOW YOU DON’T CARE, BUT THIS IS NOT OKAY!!!’

I kinda said it shouty…

And weirdly, it was my turn for my bag to be checked through…It got opened, sent back through the tunnel, came out the other end and then security even HELPED ME repack it as fast as he could….

I thanked everyone….and then

DASHED LIKE CRAZY TO MY CLOSING GATE.

I was in diamante heels and all the Duty Free lot where trying to spritz me with their latest scents as I flew by. Lol

‘I’ve godda go. I’m late for my flight.’

I finally get to Gate….Everyone has boarded. I smash through, out of breath, looking all sorry for myself…

He laughs, checks my boarding pass and passport…

‘Please just tell me i’ve made it..’

‘OOooooooh CLOSE!!! Get on love. You’re fine. You’re off to Spain!’

‘AH! I love you! Thank God for that!’

Last one on. The Jet2 staff couldn’t have been lovelier to me!

Just over 10 minutes later….

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I was on my way to Spain….

When Actions Speak Louder Than……

I’m feeing good. I’m feeling independant and free. Kinda like i could shimmie forward with those delicious ‘can can’ high kicks if I wanted to. But ofcourse, I don’t want to, as high kicking on a Sunday is certainly for the foolish. I’m being chilled. I’m like the glisteningly cold champagne bottle, that you have resting in your ice bucket, on your brunch table whilst you take in the breezy lunchtime sunshine. I am a bit anxious right now, because weird things keep happening to me. But i’m happy. Quietly happy. Today, I get to relax, rest and enjoy life.

I’ve definitely been told that I walk too slowly. And yeah, I do. I’m a glamour puss. I’m usually in heels, or utterly distracted by people. I’m a natural observer. I watch everything. And being a big believer of the ‘rah rah’ phrase that ‘ACTIONS DO SPEAK LOUDER THAN WORDS,’I like to watch folk, when they think i’m not looking…but calmly. (As opposed to creepily.)  I think don’t like to dash places. I kinda like to chill things, in an organised, glamourous fashion and do it to the beat of my own diamond drum.

‘Actions speak louder than words’ is my phrase of the day. I’ve just had one of my chick friend on the phone to me, who is devastated by some guy, a good guy…who has promised her the ‘full menu’ but only delivered a ‘side.’ I don’t know him well, so I didn’t really comment because no one really knows the in’s and outs of what goes on with people and their personal matters of the heart, do they? Plus, I don’t like to give people advice, because my advice is always wank. I’m just there for listening and humour. And I always think people need to make their own life choices, simply so I don’t end up getting the blame for anything, IF it all goes titties up. Yipppeeee! All about me!

But It’s funny how people can say anything to anyone. Anything they wish. All sorts. Everything and ANYTHING dashed in ‘what you want to hears,’ (I mean my guy friend used to pretend to be a psychic on West Hollywood streets, simply to pull hot chicks) and I get it, I get why people do it and like I was saying yesterday ‘intent’ is everything. It doesn’t always come from a bad place. If you know me personally, you’ll know that I am a direct girl, so I’m one to say what I mean and do what I say…I have no problems expressing anything or my truth. I’m open. But i’m polite. If I like you, I’ll tell you and if I don’t, i’ll charmingly tell you why.

Yet do remember that is it WHAT SOMEONE DOES that matters. What they put into ACTION is based on their emotions and how they feel. No one lets anything they value, respect or adore GO. Be it in work or love. No one does. And yeah there are times when we take things or people for granted and we go off in a tizzy based on complacency. But like I said to my chick friend this morning, even if someone does do that temporarily, if their heart is true, they will always come right back. And that’s the truth! That’s happened to me loads of times with guys in the past. In fact, a year and a half ago, THREE of those guys tried to tip toe back in. They intially thought i wasn’t the right fit, dated someone else and then thought ‘Shit…i fucked up…I want Wunna back.’  (Unfortunately for them, I don’t work like that. My pride won’t let me. It’s not MY FAULT that they all had poor judgement. Lol. So when they do that,  UNLESS the guy beings to PROVE that they care…I never ever consider it… Until ‘actions’ have been put into place…everything is all just chatter. I’m far too much of a grown up for just chatter. I’ve always looked for stability when it comes to love.)

So today, try not to put yourself at the bottom of your priority list. I do it all the time. Other peoples needs seems to always come way above mine at times and it’s not good for you. It just turns stressy. Be caring, but don’t deny yourself of happiness.

A weird thing happened to me last night. I reinstalled my ‘messenger’ for Facebook. I had deleted it because I have zero storage at the best of times. Anyway, I found this really long message from a woman in Spain that read…

‘7 SEPTEMBER 11:02

Hello Chrissie, I need to tell you a short little story, be patient and please read. I am not asking you for anything…’

 

I won’t tell you her full story, as that would be far too personal..

But it went on…

‘I take a pad and pen every night on my bedside table. In this last 6 months although I do not remember my dreams I wake up and write names down that come to me. Your name has been coming to me for the last 2 weeks. Sometimes I only get first names other times last names. With you I get full name, I don’t know you, you don’t know me. I live in Spain.

Chrissie I deeply apologise for contacting you, now perhaps I can move on in the knowledge that I have contacted you. I know this is weird, but you do have a very unusual name not one I would recognise. Hopefully this will stop now. May I wish you and your family good health and happiness. Hugs x’

10 SEPTEMBER 22:33

Hello, you haven’t replied or indeed taken time to look. Believe me when I say this to you,  I am a real empath and I keep writing your name down every morning without fail for more than 2 weeks, we need to link so I can sleep. So if you ever read this and I hope you do I am now getting visions if your son. Blessing x’

So, I Googled ‘Empaths’ and well they’re apparently really spiritual people who connect to the energies of others??? Has this happened to any of you? This woman in Spain is has apparently been zapped into the emotional state of energies of a girl and ended up writing and re writing her name, whilst feeling all that she is feeling every evening…The name she keeps writing is

‘Chrissie Wunna’

She searched the name because it was so unusual on Facebook and found me…and therefore, as a result sent a bunch of messages.

I sent her a message hoping that she was okay and that she slept well. (I mean, the poor sod must be exhausted tapping into my energy right now. I’m hormonal. Lol)

She said that she was so happy that we connected and now she could probably sleep…having found me. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case. She sent me a message this morning, saying that she again couldn’t stop writing my name over and over again all night and that she knows how i’m feeling because she’s feeling it too and that I need to heal, before all the name writing will stop. If I saw her as unnecessary that was fine. But If i needed her she was there?

EH?

I’m so confused. Has this happened to you?

What is my life? This can’t be true.