Thur Aug 31, 2000 - 9:45am

Oh yeah TONIGHT, guess where we're going???  Mirabelle which is a fabulously expensive restaurant owned by Marco Pierre White, who also happens to be one of my most favorite chefs.  Actually my mate Julie bought me his cook book about 12 years ago but the recipes are so friggin complicated I've never used it...the pictures are good though.

Morpheus turns up looking rather awake and jolly, which is good because I thought he might be a bit grumpy and crabby.  Anyhow I have lots of chores to do today and I'm also supposed to be meeting up with SFNB to see his baby girl Ruby, so I'd better move on.

Morpheus has decided to go and see his dad in Stoke Newington because he's a bit poorly, I'm pleased about this, I think he should go.  It also leaves me time to do my things without dragging a bored husband around the shops.

So I talk Lucy into coming with me into London for find that "perfect bra" for my fabulous wedding top.  She relents (thank god) and we hit the road.  Actually the only reason she will come with me is if we get the bus as opposed to the tube...fine by me.  So myself, Lucy and Morpheus who is also getting the bus...yeah right, my husband in public transport, I don't think so.  Anyway we have to run for the bus as it whizzes past us, I give Morpheus and big sloppy kiss, much to the bus drivers annoyance at having to wait and we're off.  I feel weird actually, Morpheus has been here less than an hour and already I'm off leaving him.....he'll live I'm sure.

The bus journey is a blast now I know why she prefers it, you get to see London from an above ground level view, it's great, it's also a beautiful sunshiny day.

Oxford Street is packed (as always) we head straight to Selfridges (fabulous shop!!) and head for the lingerie department.  The girl there is sooo helpful, I just love her, with her help we pick out about 5 different bras, strapless, halter neck, backless, you name it, I've got it.  I eventually make my decision on the first one that I try on, mainly because it's easy and I didn't fancy trying to tackle the halterneck.  They also have these great stick-up patches, which are basically molds that you stick on your tits and it keeps them up and the nipples covered.  I wasn't so sure though, maybe for Monkey Gibbons wedding, but not for Sumiko's.

Our next port of call is Marks and Spencer's where I find the perfect bra and panties, so decide to buy the same set in every different colour they have available.  Also got my Americans girlies some naughty thong lacey knickers and a sweater for Buddy Weiser (well he did give me a lift).  I think I spent over 200 pounds in that place...Jesus!!

So with my wallet now empty we proceed back down Oxford Street, grab a sandwich and take a nearby seat.  What I did notice is that there's a pub off Oxford Street on South Molton Street (I think) where a whole crowd of English suit people were sat eating there pies, chips and DRINKING BEER.  Now that's a usual occurrence in England but you NEVER see that in New York...DRINKING AT LUNCHTIME.....NOOOOO!!

SFNB, Alix and their baby girl Ruby turned up at Lucy's this afternoon.  Oh my god the girl is enormous, another Kryptonite fed baby I think.  Anyway she's adorable, dribbles A LOT, but is quite an angel.  She's only 18 months, the same as Constance, but so much bigger, gets that from her dad I think.  Anyway she seemed perfectly happy to mooch about the flat, picking up remotes and chewing them.  They only stayed an hour or so, I felt bad, but what can I do, I've got shit to do.

I managed to get a nail appointment at Lucy's gym near her in Camden.  I was pleased as I didn't particularly fancy spending the prices that they charge for nails in Harvey Nichols or Selfridges.  You see they don't have nail salons on every corner in London like they do in New York, you just don't see that many of them.
However my pleasure turned to disappointment as the woman completely sucked at doing nails, fuck I could of done it better myself, which I probably should have but I really needed her to get that hard stone-like skin on my feet rid of.  When she saw my feet I explained to her that my big toe nails were a bit dodgy due to being previously deadened through ill-fitting ski boots.  I thought she understood me, obviously not as she later told me that I should not mess with my toenails and pull them off like I had done.   HELLO, WHAT IS THIS THE FUCKING MARATHON MAN, does she really think I did this myself, what am I nuts??  Jesus lady get a grip will ye!!!

I was running late after my appointment so we didn't turn up at Che Bar until around 9pm, much to the annoyance I think of Colleen who looked a little bit pissed off when she saw me.  I always try and make time for Colleen when I'm in England to see her by myself, but as yet, not managed to do that, so I think she gets a bit annoyed with me.  Sorry chicky, there's just too many people to fit in I'm afraid.  Anyway she was there with Miss Kensington (always a blast) and her Aussie friend Kelly.  Quite a few people turned up, not for the meal as the numbers had already been confirmed and it's really not the sort of place that you start adding numbers to.  No they came because they'd heard that me and Morpheus were in town which was nice, in fact now I think about it, it was REALLY nice and great to see them all.

So we got to the Mirabelle......OH MY GOD, it was so elegant and fancy, everyone was running around us like we were famous or something...I LOVE THAT!!  You see I'm still a child at heart and get very intimidated at posh places like this.

So the meal was absolutely divine, listen to what I had

Let me tell you, the raspberry souffle' was like the best sex, the best handbag, the best facial, Manolo Blahnik shoes, Versace dress....ALL ROLLED INTO ONE ORGASMIC THING AND PURED DOWN YOUR THROAT....unfuckingbelievable!!!

We all had a great time at the restaurant, we were maybe a little bit rowdy but we were excited people, eating very fancy food and drinking rather fancy wine.  My Aussie friend Kelly pissed me off a little bit as her attitude towards the Sommeliere AND the other waiters/waitresses was rather rude and abrupt, which I don't think there's any need for, this is a high end restaurant, these people KNOW what they're doing...best leave them to it, that's what I say....

So that was it a splendid evening with splendid friends, especially my mate Colleen who pumped up the volume tremendously at the restaurant and was my seating partner with lots of silly stories.....it's great being a girl.

Before I forget, I managed to steal a menu out of the place and asked the receptionist on the way out if anybody had in actual fact ever paid the 30,000 pounds (not dollars) for the Chateau D'Yquem 1847?  No she said, but apparently Johnny Depp had paid 15,500 pounds for the 1870 version....wow!!