The Play Room

Why can't there be night spots as cool as this one - The Play Room - but filled with 30 somethings rather than 'barely legals'.

Last night after successfully getting on the guestlist (everyone in London likes to think they are 'special') we were standing at the velvet roped entrance in a dingy West London side street, plus two unannounced guests. I was a good few hours into my drinking evening, suddenly seeing the funny side of everything. Putting me in a room full of beautiful young things when in that state are always ingredients for a hilarious night.

A few hours later S and I were stumbling along Regent St looking for a taxi - Why are there never enough cabs in London? - giggling at the night's events.

Highlights for me went something like this:

1. Making sure the photographer gets at least 10 shots of us. Order hardcopies x 3. Then change our minds on which exact shot we want, after prints we produced. Finding the photo this morning, and thinking 'Hmm ... we look fab!'
2. Embarrass yourself in front of a colleague you've never been out with socially, including knocking over drinks with mad hand gestures. Check x 2
3. Dance with with a cute 23 year old Italian. I need to get over this obsession!!