Monday, September 28, 2009

The award for not throwing name goes to...

ME! Yay! First loeries ever I can walk around the office and look people in their bleary eyes without felling intense shame and panic. I am also pretty dang pleased with myself for managing to tweet throughout the 3 days, 11 parties attended, madness. Only one spelling mistake and a handful grammatical errors is pretty dang awesome - I may be elligable for the first Nobel Tweeting Magnificence award. But, don't want to get ahead of myself. I'll do a brief re-cap - mostly just to show off about how freakin cool and connected I am. (Not really if I compare myself to The Jake Bester, but not bad.)

Thursday: Registered at about 9:30am. Bumped into T.J.B (The Jake Bester) had coffee and went shopping at the waterfront. Went to non-advertising friends braai. (What! People who aren't IN advertising - how absurd!) Then went to the BARE party, hosted by Ami boys. Some really cool bears. There was free punch, popcorn and candyfloss under a big marquee tent. Their new exibition space is pretty new age rad, dig the way they are getting folks to bid online for the BARE's - gonna rake in way more $$$ that way. Clever. Then went up the street to the FoxP2 party at Kink. Drank a Pussy. (New energy drink - not new 'persuasion'!) Was too sweet and nasty. Danced a little. (T.J.B was also there - a given)

Friday: Went to Mooi to get my hair done. (Hands down best hairdresser ever, about 6 fabulous foxy girls I know also get their hair done there.) Had tea and cupcake whilst getting hair cut - lovely. Went to Velocity party at the old Ignite. Men in tight leather mini's and heels squirting vodka into peoples mouths with giant syringes. That kind of thing. Took rad photos in their photo booth - want one for my living room when i get really really rich one day - Note bunny ears. Was relentlessly pursued by Jupiter man with a bottle of tequila, so arrived late and tipsy as hell at the Ogilvy pre-drinks. Broke shoe during the ceremony, after running around like a cheerleader on crack. Andy won gold and Mike ate a bag of something and danced with the minstrels. Which was actually T.J.B property. (T.J.B was obviously there too) Little bro gave me a lift home ( He was working there this year and just missed out on a Loerie this year. Next time dude!) Decided that limping around in tarty broken leather
-print stilettos was not very classy and went to sleep.

Saturday: Had breakfast with Gold Loerie winner @AndrewODo at Pukka. Went to Giant films party at The Grand in Camps. Was terribly posh and swanky. Nice chilled beats and wine. With oysters on a massive silver tray. Popped into Ogilvy lunch, then rushed to pimping party at this ridiculous mansion in camps bay. Where you could simply go up to the sushi chefs and order whatever you liked. Loads of seriously loaded BEE boys and girls there. Massive infinity pool and a private gym. Wanted to hide out and claim squatters rights in the morning, but left to go back to Giant party. Alexi got a booty call. Ogilvy got 'Lucky' (couldn't resist) and had way too many jaggers at the Cape to Cuba after party. Throwing name accounts: Craig puked in the middle of the bar and broke a glass table. Pretty. A certain client got rather frisky with everything that moved. Stemmlet had a mysterious neck 'injury' from the night before. Vampire proportions. (T.J.B was present - but missed out on the mansion party score +1 for Fluffy Bunny)

Sunday: Nothingness. refused Naomi Campbell style to get out of bed until the Captain brought me KFC. Which he eventually did after loads of nagging. Checked twitter all day for no particular reason. Worried I may be a little obsessed. How New Age sad.

Monday: Writing blog instead of working. Better start working. Sigh.

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