So the party was a huge success - my dress and sparkly shoes were a success (although I did have to surrender my shoes to walk back from the cab to my house as my feet were killing me at that point!) It was all very decadent. There was a bar upstairs that was decked out 50s style diner with Grease playing. This made me very happy. There was also Elvis pinball which I didn't have time to play unfortunately. The highlight was, of course, meeting Mr Ramsey. He was extremely charming and asked me if he swore too much. I said no and then beamed alot. Oh dear.
Also, why do men have to be such arses? Person I work with Number 1 - married, 2 children, snogging his new secretary on the dancefloor. Person I work with Number 2 - girlfriend, snogging some random girl in the corner. It felt like a school disco!
In other news - California here I come, right back where I started from. In 2 weeks. Hurrah!
