I love cocktails. (Oh...you knew that?? How, pray tell??!!)
So when I was told that, to celebrate the last days of freedom of my 'BFF' Caroline, before she walks down the aisle to her proud fiancee, Andy, a group of fun and funky hens would be scoffing down a great multitude of cocktails, I was overjoyed. But, imagine my excitment when it was added that, not only would we be scoffing...but we would be behind that mahogany bar, shakin' em up ourselves.
Revolution bar in Clapham Junction does feel like a second home to me sometimes, but never have I been so involved in the making of my own ice-cold drink. a shot here and half a shot there (and perhaps a little extra for good luck) and I was sipping on my own creation - the mintiest of mojitos with just the right amount of lime.
The bride to be's cosmo was worthy of Carrie Bradshaw and, with a peach bellini to wash down the chocolate fondue, we spent several hours of hilarity mixing it up with our fearless cocktail extrodinaires, batman and his trusty sidekick, robin.
Staggering our way onto the train out of CJ I herded our hens all the way to Leicester Square and the delishousness that is Browns...complete with stomach lining grilled chicken with hollandaise sauce.
Revived, we waltzed to the next place - Ruby Blues - for some classic R&B and a boogy on the dance floor...and finally onto Onanon...a huge club in Piccadilly circus where the music was cheesy and the punters quite interesting for people-watching purposes!
Quite a night! and one that required some recovery after an epic journey home...a memorable evening for an incredibly beautiful bride to be...next...THE wedding of 2009! We're practiced, our dancing shoes are broken in...bring it on!
stay tuned.
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