There was an Oscar party last night at the Intercontinental Hotel here in Abu Dhabi. Three friends and I decided to go, mainly because the dress code was “red carpet” and I can resist no excuse to wear my full-length sequinned dress which now looks even more glam, paired as it is with my Valentine’s present from Rupert; a purple cashmere fur-lined mini-cape.
“I’m going to an Oscars party, ” I told the children. Leo started crying.
“Why are you going to Oscar’s party? Why aren’t I invited? He’s MY friend,” he sobbed.
I calmed him down and set off to meet the girls. It started well, with pink champagne, flash-photography and canapes. Then it seems the whole room took up smoking. Then David Hasselhoff arrived. Could things get any worse?
“I can’t breathe,” I texted Rupert.
“I’m on the terrace drinking wine,” he texted back. It sounded like a much better option. I headed home, joined him on the terrace and watched the Oscars on YouTube in bed in a smoke-free environment.
Copyright: Helena Frith Powell 2009
Heathcliffes take many forms, Helena, purple cashmire fur cape,
waiting with drinks on the terrace – what’s not to love? O.K. there’s the golf – could be worse! ENJOY!
Oh no, not fur-lined, tell me that its fake at least. Very sad to read that. 🙁