Kate Moss turned fourty this year, and so did boyfriend. Spent the last 31 days preparing surprise after surprise after surprise to make the big bang worth while (something like flying all guests to a private island... well...almost...). As we all know: turning fourty is something we like to forget rather than celebrate, so my task was mainly to make it as unforgettable as possible (he is a man after all.... show some guts!)
Due to all the celebration and preparation my brain got as steamy as my heels running from one fancy location to another and looking back everything appears in a big, lovely, happy blur now. Partying like a rock star is easier when you are 27: BUT! All the confetti bombs, the 24-hour party people, the unforgettable nights (plural: you didn’t think one party would be enough did you?) and was it us really pouring champagne in that bath tub of our four star hotel suite, and me in particular running around in lingerie (and VERY, VERY nice heels ladies!) covered in a big furry coat only?
Well, I say move over Kate, and HAPPY B-DAY boyfriend!