A night of madness

Back in 2004, a friend and I were asked to help at a charity ball to be held at one of the fancy hotels in London. We readily agreed, donned our ball gowns and off we flounced.

On arrival we found that the organisers planned to shove all of the "helpers" in a little back room for the sit down meal, meaning that we would miss out on all the fun.. no chance.

With a little encouragement from the person who had asked us to help, we waited until the lights were lowered and everyone was at their tables to find a couple of empty spots that we could fill.

We spotted a half empty table at the edge of the room and made our way there. I earlier had spotted a couple of hot guys and was pleased to see them seated at our chosen table.. Fate or coincidence?

We were lucky enough to have quite an interesting mix of people, including a Del Boy type entrepreneur, an actress, an investment banker (one of the hot guys) and a up and coming film producer - his reason for attending being that he was auctioning a walk on role in his new movie.

We got quite drunk at dinner and moved onto the dance floor to tear it up with our c-razy moves. My friend decided she would buy a round of shots for everyone forgetting that we were in a 5 star hotel and she was an impoverished student. I can still remember her face when the barman informed her that the price of each shot was 8 stirling pounds.

The ball started winding down and Del Boy asked us if we would like to accompany him to his nightclub. Well, yes we would, so off we all went to this famous nightclub in the center of London
which Del Boy claimed to have just purchased. I still am unsure as to whether this was a fabrication or beding of the truth but I was happy enough to believe it for the night and supped my VIP vodka quite contentedly.

At this point my friend decided that she quite fancied the film producer that I had spent some time making eyes at but not one to let bros come before hos I let her at him. Only that she decided to tell him about her boyfriend. And he gave her the edge. Leaving me to continue making eyes.

At some ridiculous hour of the morning the club closed and the actress suggested that we go back to her house for an after party, which everyone seemed to agree was a good idea...

To be continued