Well it’s the morning after the night before, and I’m sipping very strong coffee and eating goody bag chocolate at my kitchen table, with Mike and Molly in the background (I don’t get that show) and reveling in the fact that I rather sensibly booked the morning off work in anticipation of an epic hangover. Turns out, no hangover here! I may take every morning off from now on. This is awesome.
So, you all want to hear about the crazy out of control party animal blogger party I’m sure. I may have to disappoint you, because it was a rather civilised affair. Yesterday I escaped the mayhem of office life around 1.30 and headed off to hair and makeup a la Twinkle (living with a makeup artist is brilliant). A few hours later I was glittered and backcombed to within an inch of my life, and headed back into town, bumping into @Retrochick_UK in the pub so that thankfully, I had a fellow blogger to wander in with.
Cosmopolitans lined the bars of the 24club (popular venue for fashion-y parties and a little more shiny than the places I usually frequent) and CTS (52 First Dates), Big Fashionista, Alice (Guys Boys and Men) and I of course took full advantage. We have since heard a crazy ass rumour that despite the Stoli sponsorship, there was a little less than feck all vodka in these things. Might explain why I was peeing every ten seconds and still walking in a straight line after 10 of them.
Announcements were pretty brief – Nightmares and Boners won our category, which, frankly, I think Sarcastathon deserved based on the name alone. And flippin fabulous 52 First Dates came highly commended. We love her so we’re not bitter. At all. Honest.
The awards party was supposed to run 6-9. Once the winners had been announced, we’d all snapped pictures of our super complimentary quotes that were being flashed up on the walls (<<<*) and drowned our non-winning sorrows in non-alcoholic cocktails, and it was only 8pm. Being the local gal among us, I declared it was time for real food (none of this teeny tiny canape crap) and so Alice, CTS and I swanned out of there, grabbing goody bags like they were going out of fashion, and picking up wayward beauty bloggers Lisa and Sami along the way, who required entertainment until 11.45 – when their BUS BACK TO GLASGOW left Victoria. I know. I bow down before their dedication to networking.
Balans, it turns out, is rather busy at 8pm. I have very little experience of it at any other time that 3am when they make a mean mushroom omlette and don’t judge me for following it up with a margarita. Instead, we hopped down the road to La Porchetta on Old Compton Street, home of THE BEST Pizza in soho, and had a jolly old evening. Soon after, CTS buggered off home (on account of her not having booked the morning off. Silly girl) and I showed the out of towners how the other half roll (other half in this case meaning alcoholic creative types) by introducing them to the wonder of the White Hart.
After some minor star spotting (thank you Justin Lee Collins, you little legend you) Lisa and Sami headed off to their insane bus and I booked Alice an Addison Lee to get her to her hotel. It took quite a long time for me to explain to the girl that I knew my way home perfectly well, the West End is not the ghetto, and that offering to take me home to South West London on the way to her hotel in Paddington wasn’t really going to work. In the end she settled for giving me a lift to Charing Cross. Bless her cottons.
So much as I would like to report debauchery and fashion blogger bitch fights, I’m afraid I cannot. I made it into bed before 1am (with enough lucidity to unpack two suitcases of shoes first). But I did get a lovely goodybag.
Seriously though, even though I didn’t win, just being shortlisted for something like the Cosmo’s was ridiculously cool and a little bit humbling (I do hope all those nominations didn’t come from my mum…)
I must have gotten over 50 messages yesterday, via twitter, email and good old fashion text, wishing me luck and professing love for the Ladder. It really showed me that while in the grand scheme of things, I’m relatively small fry – I don’t have millions of twitter followers and my stats, while not in any way tiny, have never crashed the interweb. So all I can say is a huge THANK YOU to the people who do read, and follow, and nominate me for crazy magazine competitions. You guys are awesome – my own personal therapy.
Here’s to next year (don’t think I’ll let you off so lightly this time)
*If you’re eyes are failing in your old age, that says ‘Ritzi combines her trademark sass and insider knowledge to relay to her readers the comic misadventures of her every day life. Climbing Ritzi’s Ladder makes for an enjoyable read for all her blogger fans.’ Amen sistah.