I woke up this morning super psyched, because I was going to be hosting a party at my place tonight.
After I took a shower and changed into my most casual Marc Jacobs tank dress, I slipped on my pink frilly Juicy ballet slippers and I was out of my penthouse.
Getting into my Bentley, I instructed Preston. "Principessa Lady, please. I'll be done in 3 hours." My chauffeur nodded, and I glanced at the time in the car. 10.45am; I was right on time.
After my spa, facial and mani-pedi, I felt so much more fabulous. Back in my penthouse, I needed to prep for the party.
It was 4pm, and I had two hours.
Since I had already hired someone to do up the house, and arranged for the drinks to arrive in one and a half hours' time, all I had to do was make myself look pretty.
An Emilio Pucci minidress (new), stilettos (of course!), and a metallic Alexander McQueen clutch (a classic), I was ready to party it up.
At 5.45 precisely, the doorbell rang. It had to be Christopher, my boyfriend.
I walked to answer my door, rather unsteadily, in my new shoes which had yet to be broken into. Chris smiled at me. "Hey Evie. You look beautiful tonight."
Leading him to the sofas, I laughed. "Why, thank you! And so do you. By the way, help yourself to the drinks. A martini, maybe?"
I knew what he was going to say before he said it. "Maybe later." His eyes crinkled as he spoke. I smiled to myself. Christopher was The perfect guy; he's all I could ever ask for! He's sensible and so-oo incredible. I can count on him to be the one to stop be from drinking too much, and if I did ever get drunk he'd be the one who'll drive me home and make sure I'm fine. I love him like that.
While I was getting lost in my own thoughts, the doorbell rang. I leaped up and frantically asked Chris. "Do I look fine? Anything out of place? Should I turn on the music now?"
Chris, being the ever-reassuring boyfriend, patted my hand and said, "You look more than fabulous. I'll get the stereo for you."
With that, I turned and rushed to the door. "Evieee!" Francesca shrieked and grabbed me into a hug. "You look gorgeous!"
I laughed and returned the compliment. "You look a million stars tonight, too! So glad you could come. And who's this?" I turned to her date.
Shortly after the introductions, others started arriving with their dates.
We were having a good time, dancing to the music and drinking champagne (with Chris restricting my number of drinks, and I do love him for that), until uninvited people started showing up.
Well, not really showing up at my doorstep, of course. But I got a few calls on my Juicy Sidekick from the reception and guardhouse downstairs, saying that a few people were trying to get in the lobby by using my name. The concierge described this one guy as 'short, stout and with a bristly beard.'
I was so grossed out. Like, seriously! These parties are meant to be private, only for the NYJBs. But of course, anything we do is always known by everyone in New York because of our fame status, so ever once in a while, uninvited guests do show up. Thank goodness we have good security here.
Other than that, the night went amazingly. The food was pretty good, if I may say so myself. I absolutely lo-ooved the macarons. Didn't you girls just? ;)