The plans had been in place for some time, now it was crunch time and fingers and toes were crossed that everything would go off without a hitch. Not to worry, with help from B and Nikki on the organisation and such a wonderful bunch of girls that attended, we pulled everything together for a smashing event that she’ll remember forever.
Everyone had done a fabulous job of keeping the secret from Bec and she had no idea about anything we’d planned for her, I was enjoying this immensely. In fact I started enjoying it a bit too much, in a slightly sadistic way. On Friday I told her that she was to meet me at Liverpool Street station at 4pm. Then two hours later I changed the meeting place to Waterloo and said that I already had her bag packed and I had her passport (momentarily forgetting that the eurostar now goes from St Pancras). She rang me in a panic, had I packed her bag or had Dan? Then she got all excited that we were going overseas… I felt terrible. You’re meant to downplay things and then surprise people, not build them up and then dash their hopes! So I quickly said that plans had changed again and now we were meeting at Leicester Square. She refused to believe anything I said after that.
Friday night was a warm up to the main event on Saturday, with only 5 of us in attendance, well 5 and a bit as Jake who is less than a month old slept through everything. We had a fashionista high tea, a Pret a Portea, at the Berkeley Hotel.
Everything was served on lovely Paul Smith designed crockery, cake stands came out filled with super cute handbag cakes, dress and shoe inspired cakes, cucumber sandwiches and lots of little yummy picky savoury things. All this was washed down with cold, crisp champagne. Sometimes life is very very good.
We sat there afterwards, on a massive sugar rush high, looking at the other diners in the restaurant. It was an amazing place for people watching. There were a few Jocelyn Wilderstein look a likes, pinched faces, almond eyes and abnormally stretched skin on their faces. VERY attractive. Sheree noticed her first, then nudges and whispers made their way around the table. Well it was only Victoria Beckham one table away from us! I suggested that Bec get her photo taken with her, but you couldn’t have done that here – it would be a total invasion of privacy (I still thought it was a good idea but no one else would let me do it). She looked immaculate, very polished and put together. No, she didn’t have any cakes.
The night was still young and there were cocktails to be drunk so we waddled out, full of cake and champers and made our way to Townhouse. This bar has the feel of a private members club without the pretentious snooty attitude. The doorman and bar staff were really friendly and the table service was top notch. The drinks were fabulous too.
The tone for the rest of the evening was slightly less civilised than it had been, those Pornstar cocktails have a lot to answer for!
A few drinks later
TAXI!
Bec not enjoying herself
We still got to bed at a reasonable hour, as we needed to be fresh for the main event on Saturday. Before leaving, Bec was given a document with items that she needed to pack in her overnight bag to bring along on Saturday. The suspense was killing her! Next instalment will be posted tomorrow.
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