Elizabeth Smith (N/a) 1 Jan 2013
10/10
Well, where do I begin. Oh! I know. My life sucked. People have hardships. People have rocky times. I found beauty, love, truth, but rarely ease, comfort, kindness. Until I met and married (15yrs later) Bernie. Then it was my 60th birthday. I had never had a party for me as I liked, in my long lumpy life. Ever.
Suddenly, I had carte Blanche. Most parties I go to are a nightmare for me. So I thought, why don't I give people a template for a good party. Gross gatherings all jammed in an inadequate restaurant, no mixing etc. and you're not even hosted, you pay for steaks, liqueur coffees and other abominations all in the name of love and loyalty. But sacrificed on the alter of pleasure.
Cue Fifi La Mer! Well obviously my venue was groovy. Eventually my menu was too.
All as planned. The start of my death. 60! Ok then 'a new age' . Whatever.
Venue. Menu. Crowd. Fifi. Me looking not as bad as usual. Result one of the best evenings
of my life. I am a 'hands on' Granny, Auntie, Mother etc. I'm so passionate about who I am, where I came from etc. not because I am so great, but because I care and because they are so great. Oh and because it matters. What I want to impart, do not be boring. Do not be petty. Do not be mean. Be fabulous. Give a shit. Oh yes, and book Fifi.