A glittering turquoise and the sapphire seas
Today we step out into the bristling heat of Menorca, palm trees helping to set the scene. How did I get here?
Tag Archives: Legally Blonde
It’s like seventh grade with bank accounts
LB and I descend into the pit down a flight of steep, wide steps and I laugh under my breath that it feels like we’re Cinderellas entering the ball. I’m not overexaggerating much. LB attracts male attention anywhere she goes and here men outnumber women at least five to one.
Drinking French, being English
I was primped to within an inch of my life: blow wave sleek, nails shellacked in inoffensive beige, Hobbs heels on, hair hidden under an equally beige hat, dressed modestly, lipstick lacquering my lips. The only hiccup was my name badge: Miss Alexander E. Alexander. I was about to go rub modestly-covered shoulders with London’s best coiffed and I was going to do so as an Alexander.
Don’t superglue drunk
Welcome to a world where the only way into the club on Saturday at 10pm is a £400 bottle of champagne.
And ixnay on the wishing for more wishes. That’s all. Three. Uno, dos, tres.
You knew the restaurant was going to be trendy because it was under a sex shop. I’d arrived first and was snuggled into the basement sex-den-come-Mexican-bodega with a tempranillo and the deliberately cryptic menu.
“He…wrote poems to her, which, ignoring the subject, she corrected in red ink.”
An update on work + play in London.
Gap minded.
It was this little realisation, made at freezing cold Paddington station as Sunday’s sun gave up on its feeble attempt to warm the day, that threatened to evoke my first panic attack. And it’s the equally little things that are helping to settle my jiggling ‘what have I done’ anxiety.
