Hubs turned 30. Since he is equivalent to the Queen, his birthday was equivalent to a public holiday and celebrated over five days. On Wednesday we had a quiet dinner for two at Gaucho, on Friday it was the Half Blood Prince at the Electric, that had an unfortunate side-effect of creating an obsession with Freddi Stroma (me, not the Hubs. He was too busy loving Emma Watson). Saturday was the main event, which sadly involved a lot of running around in the day time. We sent off the exams we'd been marking and then had to go to the best ice cream place in London to buy his cake.
We got home twenty minutes after my girl Dr K was meant to arrive, and got out of the shower just in time. The party kicked off with A-Dub and her man, Dr K and hers, all of us celebrating birthdays and anniversaries. Suffice to say that we were full of tequila and champagne by the time the taxi arrived to take us for dinner at the Big Easy. Can I just say that I love, love, love this place? You have to like anywhere that girls in 5 inch heels and cocktail dresses can tear into chicken and ribs with their fingers, nothing but a bib to protect the sanctity of their dresses. The food is great and offers exceptional value. There's a live band and good margeritas, and no one leaves without full bellies and a smile on their face.
After dinner we headed over to Kensington Roof Gardens, where we'd booked a marquee in the Spanish Gardens. Turns out there were two parties that night, ours and Hayden Pannatiere's, so I guess we keep good company. It took till one pm the next day to get into the position of uprightness and reasonable togetherness such that the Hubs and I were able to get into the car and to Tunbridge Wells, for an overnight break at The Royal Spa Hotel. It was a lovely stay, the area is beautiful and the Hotel offers great value for money. For £250 we stayed in a suite and enjoyed 90 minute treatments each. There was also dinner and breakfast in the rate.
For day 5 we checked out and headed to Tenterden to visit Chapel Down, one of my favourite English wine makers. Sadly, by the time we got there, the concept of anything that wasn't solely composed of two hydrogen atoms and one oxygen was downright repulsive. I've never used a spitoon before. In fact, I normally contemplate drinking from them. This time though, both of us couldn't comprehend the concept of swallowing (ha!) and were shamefaced and pouring away some genuinely great wines.
As I write this I am watching the end of Batman Begins, and the start of the Hubs' new decade. There's something incredible in the idea that we will be doing all of this one together.
FYI the Freddi Stroma thing is wrong. So wrong. White man overbite, general embarassment, etc. But, man, he's pretty.
2 comments:
Emma Watson was my new girl crush until I learned that her roommate is trashy Sophie from Brit's Next Top Model. That fact seriously brought her down from that pedastal :P
Awesome weekend. I thoroughly enjoyed the bib.
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