Off I went to Palazzo Versace this weekend for “couture” high tea. There’s nothing like stuffing your face all while sipping from Versace china. After three hours of decadent indulgence, I requested the bill. Took money out and slipped it in the little black folder. As my Gran and Mum got up to pee ( family trait, I was to follow soon after) I handed over the little folder, filled with bills, but got nervous – as i do. In my heels and dark red lips I stood out from all the elderly ladies having tea. In my high waisted check pants ( from Asos, they are pretty much my life right now) I stood out from everyone having tea…. So I floundered, the folder opened and bills rained on down ( if I was paying a stripper it would of been quite classy) the extremely nice waiter adjusted his three piece suit as both of us bent down to get the $$ resulting in us banging heads and him whispering “it really was a pleasure, but you can really leave now”
Le sigh, least my over 6ft frame strutted out of there with her head held high, even if it was beet red!