I had the idea for this blog when on a silly night out with two of my favourite ladies and ex-colleagues, Heather & Alex. I was two weeks in to my new job, and thinking our over-due reunion was off to a civilised start over dinner at Yalla Yalla; four cocktails, one bottle of wine, one party with a midget dressed up as an elf and one failed attempt at trying leave later, we ended up in Angel’s finest rock-bar, Slim Jims. Highlights include the sophisticated opportunity to exchange your bra for a bottle of Prosecco, Alex being pursued by a 7 foot German and the poltergeist of Abraham Lincoln joining us for a round of glitter bombs:
But most of all, the Margarita, which I had two of and were bloody delicious. Of course, I didn’t make it home that night (I stayed at Alex’s house, no need to gossip here folks) but like most of the ideas I’ve ever had, the best ones are always the ones I forget from the night before. With a photo to serve as a reminder, I hope this blog will be one of them.
Margarita & I 