Not 30 Yet

Sometimes when you are in your twenties and living in London it is important to go out. ย And I am not talking about drinks ๐Ÿท๐Ÿป in the pub after work, I am talking getting dressed up ๐Ÿ’ƒ, and having drinks somewhere fun ๐Ÿน and then going dancing somewhere even more fun ๐Ÿ‘ฏ.

So Mary rallied the troops and we decided to take a trip to Soho ๐Ÿฎ on a Friday evening, because you know, we live in LONDON ๐ŸŽก- and yes I do enjoy an evening out on the Northcote Road, and perhaps I have finally outgrown the Kings Road ๐Ÿ‘‘ (although it is always a pleasure) and really it is important to do these things properly once in a while.

So we went out (out) ๐Ÿ’ƒ.

I got dressed up ๐Ÿ’ – sometimes this is my favourite part of an evening out, deciding what to wear ๐Ÿ‘—, trying on outfits ๐Ÿ‘šand discovering a great new combination ๐Ÿ‘˜. ย Occasionally I get carried away, and take a little too long doing this (it’s so fun though) and accidents have occurred before – I once decided last minute that I neededย to paint my nails green ๐Ÿ’…๐Ÿ’š (you know, like Sally Bowles in Cabaret ๐ŸŽฉ), and whilst sitting on the stairs diligently painting my nails ๐Ÿ’…(I am expert at painting my nails most places – buses, trains ๐ŸšŒ๐Ÿš‚) – the bottle tipped, and it tumbled down the stairs and hit the landing, spattering my long suffering flatmate’s cream carpet with a bright bright green ๐Ÿ’š. ย And this was not good. ย So I now try to give my myself ample time to get ready and reach my destination of an evening….

I got ready and headed over to the Sainsbury Wingย at the National Galleryย ๐ŸŽจ where we had to decided to have drinks ๐Ÿธ, as they are open late on Fridays. ย This was rather pleasant, as there really weren’t many people, and we avoided that Friday night drinks after work crush. ย We didn’t actually make it into the Delacroixย ๐ŸŽจexhibition (that is for another day), but we did rather enjoy our drinks, and it’s really nice wandering about the National Gallery at night.

Next up we headed into Soho to Damson & Co as they have very good gin ๐Ÿน. ย They infuse it themselves (I think this is the right word, I should remember from my Sipsmith talk!) and they have some rather delicious flavours. ย The Kaffir Lime gin ๐ŸŒฟ๐Ÿน is particularly good with some tonic. ย We did get hungry, so Katie and I may have had a sneaky Chilangoย ๐Ÿข- it was across the road and just willing us to come and sample it’s delights. ย It was great, exactly what I needed – it’s a tortilla filled with all sorts of beans and rice and guacamole.

It was then time for the really fun part, somewhere we could dance ๐Ÿ‘ฏ, that didn’t close too early. ย And we settled on Little Italyย ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡น. ย And if you haven’t been here, you must go (with an open mind ๐Ÿ‘€, mind you.)

Little Italy is a restaurant ๐Ÿ, bar ๐Ÿท and there is a dance floor ๐Ÿ’ƒof sorts (ideal) and it has a very old school feeling to it. ย The bar is packed with every bottle of alcohol available, and the men behind the bar wear bow ties and red braces (the kind that hold your trousers up, not the ones that make your teeth straight). ย We arrived post eating time, so the party was in full swing ๐ŸŽถ๐Ÿ‘ฏ๐Ÿ‘ฏ. ย I think (apart from the fact they play excellent songs, all of which you want to dance to) Little Italy is all about the people ๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘งwatching. ย The Russians were downstairs and the Italians upstairs, with everyone else somewhere inbetween – and this is NOT your young hipster venue, the clientele were mostly a bit older than us ๐Ÿ‘ต. ย But they were all having a wonderful time, dancing the evening away. ย We were herded from a table when a group of very nicely dressed up, on the older side of middle-aged, women turned up – who were attended to impeccably – waiters galore on hand, and no end of champagne ๐Ÿธ๐Ÿธ. ย We did think they might just sit at their table all night being waited on hand and foot – but before too long they were also up having a wild time on the dance floor.

It was a lot of fun. ย The drinks are expensive (a bit too expensive ๐Ÿ’ต๐Ÿ’ต) and I did meet a man dressed as a woman in the loo ๐Ÿ‘ธ – I am still not sure how to handle this, men just shouldn’t be in the ladies…. but he was wearing heels, fishnets and a skirt…

And we ubered it home ๐Ÿš• ย – and became excellent friends with the uber driver – he decided we were ‘intelligent young ladies’.

It was a very pleasing evening – and we certainly need to go out more, because London is great, and we aren’t 30 ….. quite yet.

Alice xxx

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What I considered wearing – Jacket American Retro, Dress French Connection, Top H & M, Shoes Elia B, Earrings Topshop, Clutch Hush
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What I actually wore – Dress Zara, Jacket Miss Selfridge, Top H & M, Scarf Gap, Shoes Elia B, Clutch Hush, Earrings Topshop
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Second selfie – not such a happy face BUT better view of earrings
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That’s what we’re after – Delacroix
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A nice drink – Friday Lates at The National Gallery
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Accomplices for the evening (I missed the trench coat memo ๐Ÿ˜‰)
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A nice gin in Damson & Co
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And then we had Aperol because we were in Italy

Please let me know what you think ๐Ÿ˜€โœ๏ธ

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