The night before I went to Mexico uh... a while ago, my friend Lauren and I attended an event for charity in a storied private London palace overlooking Green Park. We, as tradition dictates, took an aperitif at the secret martini bar to start, where another customer was so overwhelmed by Lauren's style and grace she was almost in tears.
We walked around the corner to the party, following the trail of tuxedos to the door. The house was filled with the most incredible collection of paintings and there was music being played in each room. Champagne, canapes, champagne, canapes...
We later found ourselves locked out on the large terrace that runs along the back of the house overlooking Green Park. Yes, we had the entire terrace to ourselves and an open window from which to receive champagne. (There seems to be a theme with windows and champagne here.) Eventually it got a bit cold and after we stood like two beaded and sequined apparitions outside the French doors with various people attempting to open them, they succeeded and we went back inside.
Today is Lauren's birthday. Happy birthday my dear friend. Everything is fun when you're around. ♡