Delightfully Distracted

Not one, not even one little one did we manage to speak to, let alone get a number from! We are such a useless bunch of singletons! Here we are, this supreme gang of gorgeous, ambitious, interesting, smart and very very very funny ladies, all dressed to the sixes in the latest with hair fixed and make-up perfectly laid, nails varnished and shoes polished. We had Ms Super Interior Design, Ms Prada Finland, TomBoy Spain, Coyote Pretty and Chablis. What a line up! We met up at just-great Annex3 in Little Portland Street and got one of those great Philippe Starck plexiglass-tables right in the centre. Like European princesses.

And apart from a quick lipstick fix at the ladies', we did not move our firm and toned asses from this splendid post one second. We sat and talked and talked and giggled and laughed our heads off and talked and drank champagne (and a few other not-so-ladylike-drinks) for FOUR hours. Then this closed, admittedly a bit tipsy, cluster went straight to Ms Design's members' club in Soho and continued in the same spirit for another couple of hours. Not talking to one other person. Apart from waiters, which does not count when it comes to flirt-points. Ok, not this time around anyway, for they were all waitresses.

A few hours later, the sunny lovely Sunday morning we gathered again at Coyote Pretty's beautiful flat for a gourmé breakfast, all steamingly hung-over and still laughing like mad. And in the midst of all mad-mad laughter, we suddenly stopped the chatting and looked at eachother with blank faces, "Hey, wasn't there something we forgot yesterday?".