Roberto Cavalli launches Vodka at Movida - brought to you by A-Daam
Ok, so yesterdays little field trip to the valley of fun, was so impacting, that I can only write about it now instead of upon return, and even then, I shouldn't be writing. really i could do with a week in solitary confinement. Yes, only a weeks visit to Limbo could offer recoup for this state. Yet, I wouldn't send your troops round quite yet, because, conversely I am more energised than i have been for sometime. Back in full force, the jailbird has flown, and I once again own Adam! All Taht is A-Daam that is.
So in a frantic rush to cover my +1, my phone was oozing radiation and blanketing the airwaves. Yet no luck. No girl presentable enough to hold up at this trip without breaking into fits of bitching and rage at their disdain. But a last minutue invite turned numerical, and suddenly i had +1. Though it had to be fought for, and a usual case of social terrorism on the tube had to be contended with. Yes i used 3 lines to get home that day. And a bus.
Though it wasn't a case of arrive and survive. NO! There was still a battle for the nights life, once we got there. This time in the form of bouncers, regardless of the guestlist. See Bouncers are a special breed of enforcement, needing special attention. Obey and respect the beefcake in black thats preventing you form entering and you will rise contempt in the bastards heart! You see these guys like the challenge, its their inner fuel, argumentative energy, and its why their in the job. Instead you must turn your nose up at him, stare him dead in the forehead and refuse to come back later. in fact why are you even talking to this guy! Yes because having your name on the guestlist is only half the entry, now you must prove why your on it. So give him some hassle, condescend the bastard when he challenges oyu and always pull out your phone to call someone. Cigarettes will also help in these times, to make one look more angered by this insult. Luckily for us we had a group downstairs and were joined at the entrance by one of the in-house photographers, so were became a force!
So we had gained entry to the most exclusive party of the week, food by Harrods, drink by someone with enough money to provide endless supplies of wine and vodka free, and all that other fun stuff that makes one smile like they just found out you have a third nipple on your ass.
We had a selection of our favourtie models there, my +1 and Lia's +3. Circled all of us - Alessandro, Lia, Lizzie, Hanka, Jenna, Svetlana, Ryan, Nikki.......and Jimmy? Who knows. Anyhoo the night progressed, through parts i am going to neglect to tell and through some i shall allow you into.
Lizzie came....and then went, the story of her life in my eyes. Lia partied like it was 1999 and the models as always were professionally beautiful. [note to the forementioned statement- Lia is profesional and although she partied like the millenium was about to bring the end, she did it with the upmost class, responsibility and intelligence. Even the Queen would have hired her at this party]
Hanka got down, and as usual was the apple of the party. No more need be said on that. And Jenna.......well....hello!
Eventually time caught up with us at about half 1 nearing 2, and we decided with work in 7 hours we had to shake a groove and make a move.
So finishing we returned to ground level and all the reality that came with it. But with this reality also came a taxi and his driver that i named Billy-Bob, and throughout the whole trip back to the hill, me and BB sought to plan the liberation of Afreeka!
Maybe one day someone will come to me and ask of such things, and i will tell them too. And they shall be the liberators of Africa. But otherwise this secret shall live with me, probably till next week, when something more important pushes it from my memory.
And so was the night. In all its vague recollection. vague by name, vogue by game!
So in a frantic rush to cover my +1, my phone was oozing radiation and blanketing the airwaves. Yet no luck. No girl presentable enough to hold up at this trip without breaking into fits of bitching and rage at their disdain. But a last minutue invite turned numerical, and suddenly i had +1. Though it had to be fought for, and a usual case of social terrorism on the tube had to be contended with. Yes i used 3 lines to get home that day. And a bus.
Though it wasn't a case of arrive and survive. NO! There was still a battle for the nights life, once we got there. This time in the form of bouncers, regardless of the guestlist. See Bouncers are a special breed of enforcement, needing special attention. Obey and respect the beefcake in black thats preventing you form entering and you will rise contempt in the bastards heart! You see these guys like the challenge, its their inner fuel, argumentative energy, and its why their in the job. Instead you must turn your nose up at him, stare him dead in the forehead and refuse to come back later. in fact why are you even talking to this guy! Yes because having your name on the guestlist is only half the entry, now you must prove why your on it. So give him some hassle, condescend the bastard when he challenges oyu and always pull out your phone to call someone. Cigarettes will also help in these times, to make one look more angered by this insult. Luckily for us we had a group downstairs and were joined at the entrance by one of the in-house photographers, so were became a force!
So we had gained entry to the most exclusive party of the week, food by Harrods, drink by someone with enough money to provide endless supplies of wine and vodka free, and all that other fun stuff that makes one smile like they just found out you have a third nipple on your ass.
We had a selection of our favourtie models there, my +1 and Lia's +3. Circled all of us - Alessandro, Lia, Lizzie, Hanka, Jenna, Svetlana, Ryan, Nikki.......and Jimmy? Who knows. Anyhoo the night progressed, through parts i am going to neglect to tell and through some i shall allow you into.
Lizzie came....and then went, the story of her life in my eyes. Lia partied like it was 1999 and the models as always were professionally beautiful. [note to the forementioned statement- Lia is profesional and although she partied like the millenium was about to bring the end, she did it with the upmost class, responsibility and intelligence. Even the Queen would have hired her at this party]
Hanka got down, and as usual was the apple of the party. No more need be said on that. And Jenna.......well....hello!
Eventually time caught up with us at about half 1 nearing 2, and we decided with work in 7 hours we had to shake a groove and make a move.
So finishing we returned to ground level and all the reality that came with it. But with this reality also came a taxi and his driver that i named Billy-Bob, and throughout the whole trip back to the hill, me and BB sought to plan the liberation of Afreeka!
Maybe one day someone will come to me and ask of such things, and i will tell them too. And they shall be the liberators of Africa. But otherwise this secret shall live with me, probably till next week, when something more important pushes it from my memory.
And so was the night. In all its vague recollection. vague by name, vogue by game!