Movida!
I’m back from a weekend of money spending, champagne drinking, bitch fighting and sleeping in London.
When I say weekend it was actually just one night but it seemed long enough. Managed to make my way to marble arch on Friday night and was met by Maria. We went home to get ready.. well I didn’t have much to get ready with as my bag was mainly filled with my pj's, pillow and towel. All three which I ended up not needing in the end. Painted my toe nails with Chanel and was told to take my tights of as I looked a bit too conservative, then that's me ready. Little did I know we were going to the biggest seller of Dom Perignon in the world... a place where you can buy bottles for £32.000 and have a drink in the grey goose lounge, never have I felt so out of place in my life. Although very drunk we managed to go to a restaurant at 6.30 in the morning and eat falafel and samosa. I fell asleep at the table, must have looked very sophisticated. I traded pints in a pub in Norwich with a greasy pizza on the way back to Movida and a late night restaurant visit with knife and fork.
Woke up at 14.15 by a text form my sister, realised I was on the 15.00 train back and the rest was just a mad rush to make it to my train on time... I didn’t by the way. Missed it majorly and didn’t make it back to Norwich until 7 at night.
Tack Maria for a good night out!
