birthday, I can't bring her to just some party. So I pull out all stops and brought her to THE party - Amber Lounge specially created for F1.
We arrived in style (needless to say, really) and not long after we stepped into the lounge, we were invited to a table by some investment bankers. What is it with me and bumping into these huge egos everywhere? Well, if I get to rest my feet, I am sure not going to reject the invitation.
The boss who paid 10k (the big ego just can't resist letting this piece of oh-so-boring info slip) for the table was trying to charm Jess to no avail.
"Help me!" she whispered loudly into my ear.
"We're going to the ladies" I told the boss as I took Jess' hand and lead her out of harm's way. Talk about saving a damsel in distress!
The Moet flow freely through the night and I meant that literally. For that kind of money, I'm surprised Moet wasn't used for flushing the WC.
What a fabulous end to Jess' birthday celebrations and fabulous F1 weekend. She's happy, I'm happy.
You wished you were there.
PS: Cheers to Alexis for tix and Weihao for the crazy-taxi-like ride. And to Vernon, beat that. ;)