I’ve been annoyingly busy of late. Which Eton Boy decided to point out to me ever so slightly maliciously after I’d spent the evening of the Cosmo Blog Awards rubbing his face in the fact that I was eating my body weight in Pizza in La Porchetta and he… was not.
‘Not blogging much at the moment though are you………….?’
Alright smart arse.
Yes, I do in fact appreciate the irony that the girl who writes about her crazy life in the West End is having SUCH a crazy life in the West End at the moment that she’s finding it rather tricky to find time to actually report said craziness to the blogosphere.
The thing is (insider info alert) the West End is a horrendous nightmare in the Autumn, purely due to the sheer quantity of STUFF going on. Shows are opening, closing, struggling to survive and just generally creating a lot of work for the theatrically inclined. The hours are long and the post show wine is very necessary, and so it’s natural that something’s gotta give. In this case, it happens to be my social life.
Well fuck that. Ritzi Cortez without a social life is like Harry Potter in contacts.
In theory I’ve made a conscious decision to limit theatre-going to once a week (admittedly, the day I made that decision I also tripped over my own feet in my haste to get my mits on tickets to The Last Of The Duchess in Hampstead but I digress). I will not be the girl who sleeps, then drinks coffee, then goes to work, then goes to the theatre, then drinks wine, then does it all again.
Time to throw a little fabulous back in.
So tonight, I’m donning a naughty Hallowe’en costume, and joining The Guru at The Hospital (it’s a club. Don’t have a cow) for a night of spooky festive fun. And men. And cocktails.
And I’ll be damned if I’m still stuck for something to write about in the morning.
RitziCx
