Where’s the party?

Recently, I’ve been wondering if there was any correlation between the levels of sunshine in London and the frequency of my hangovers.

Or perhaps, it has more to do with the serendipitous seasonal fortune bestowed upon party organisers specialising in Chelsea.

Either way, there was plenty happening last week and along with my increasing vow to never drink again, there was also a serious case of FOMO (fear of missing out).

Take Saturday for example; following a jaunt around the King’s Road as part of Chelsea Theatre’sSACRED InTRANSIT festival and an attempt at the Charleston at their Tea Dance, I headed to Tuatara for a Moroccan Roof Party.

Walking along the King’s Road, whilst all the shoppers were making the most of the amazing sunshine, I felt great heading towards some DJ action and roof top fun. But as I turned up and enjoyed seeing familiar faces as well as new ones, there was something niggling at the back of my mind. We Love Brunchwas also happening at Kensington Roof Gardens, one of my favourite places in London, ever.

Yet as much as I was tempted to suggest, “Let’s just jump in a cab,” the memory of Thursday night was still looming.
Thursday night was the Champers For Life launch at Kitts. And whilst the ladies only event wasn’t necessarily busy, there were still plenty enough bodies to keep the barmen occupied with the endless flow of champagne cocktails.

Of course, on Thursday night, there were other places to be too, including The Jam Tree with its crowd pulling free barbecue and fantastic beer garden. The atmosphere would have been great.
So it seems I’ve just identified the issue here. It could actually be a matter of cloning, not stopping.

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