We zoomed through busy Valentines streets of London, squeezing each others hands in excitement, before finally pulling into the Rosewood Hotel‘s Courtyard. Staff immediately surrounded the car and opened our doors for us. Because we were a little early, we were led to the Scarfes Bar and nestled into the corner of a huge book case that lined every wall. We watched on in awe, sipping our Espresso Martinis, as an older gentleman dressed in a green velvet tux, carrying himself on a silver handled walking stick was immediately greeted at the bar with a drink and the newspaper. Footballers, Actors and Directors laughed and air kissed over cocktails and champagne while we drank in the atmosphere.
Finishing our drinks, arm in arm, we strutted (you can’t walk normally in a beautiful dress and a tux) down the marble corridor before the doors were opened in front of us out into the blistering cold once more. Over the cobbles we went and gave our names to the doormen. We were informed that someone had already used Ben’s name to get into the party which was highly amusing, but shrugged it off as the rope was drawn back and we raced down the red carpet into the warm. A trombone player serenaded us as we walked in, blasting fire out of the brass every time the tune was released.
To the left was a set of stairs with gentleman in suits lining it, ready to carry our coats into a cloakroom in a distant room somewhere. To the right, the camera was flashing away against the Logo’d backdrop – we quickly posed for the photographer before being led through into the ballroom.
Impeccably dressed waiters held silver trays piled with the most beautiful tall, frosty glasses filled with Grey Goose Le Fizz and decorated with the iconic Goose on the end of a stirrer.
For a while, we awkwardly stood by the door. Grey Goose invited us as their guests to Harvey Weinstein‘s After Party to capture the evening through our eyes, so we were there looking around the room and realising it was extreme low light. Absolutely beautiful and filled with stunning people wearing incredible outfits, but a very low lit room that wasn’t great for photos. When we bumped into Anisa and she explained that she had been invited by Grey Goose too, we immediately set about plotting that perfect Instagram snap. Considering that we only had our iPhones (cameras were banned) we did a decent job I think.
When our pictures were snapped, we explored our surroundings with another incredible Grey Goose cocktail. Walking past Tanya Burr and Jim Chapman, then Idris Elba, we climbed the stairs into my fantasy world. A room filled in every corner with puddings. Chocolate mousse, cheesecake, popcorn, cupcakes, panna cotta, sponges, scones, eclairs and chocolate fondue covered the surfaces. We were positively drooling.
Tearing ourselves away, we paused again at the bar. Our glasses were replaced and more incredible talent starter to stream through the doors into the room. Everyone from Stephen Fry to Ricky Wilson and Laura Whitmore bundled into the room and soon we were bumping into amazingly celebrated people and overhearing incredible stories. It truly was an incredible feeling to be in such a buzzing, excitable and ambitious room. Ben even managed to convince a few to pose for pictures.
With every sense exhausted, Anisa and I retired to the Grey Goose table to rest our feet while Ben was a Gentleman and got our drinks for us. The crowd parted and Harvey Weinstein himself perched on the sofa next to us. He introduced himself and apologised for not knowing who we were, we sincerely thanked him for having us at his party. Ben arrived back at the table with our drinks and Mr Weinstein excused himself to go and entertain other guests. The music started to get louder and everyone took to the dance floor. Nipping to the bathroom to top up my makeup, I walked back into the Electric Slide and immediately met Ben in the middle of the dance floor along with the Saxophonist and Trumpetist to crack out the moves.
Twirling across the dance floor, I felt incredible in my beautiful Ted Baker dress. They very kindly lent me the dress for the party, and Ben and bought be the beautiful Kurt Geiger shoes leading to my confidence being sky high all night.
After a few spins around the dance floor, the other bar and those cocktails were calling us once more and once again we decided to rest our weary feet. It just so happened that the seat was next to our party’s host again. While the conversation was flowing, Anisa was kicking me under the table. At that moment, none other than Mr Leonardo di Caprio slipped in the back of the room and walked right over to us.
Pause for effect.
Leo was standing on the other side of the ice bucket and I didn’t say a word. I think I just awkwardly gawped. He stood there for about two minutes, having a conversation with Mr Weinstein, before hot footing it back out the door. Wearing a tux and the same tweed cap that my father would wear shooting, he looked every bit the super star that he does on screen, maybe slightly more weathered but he’s ageing well ladies.
Throughout the night we met more and more incredible people. We danced until the early hours of the morning when our carriage arrived to take us home. My coat was handed back to me and my gentlemen draped it over my shoulders to lead me to the car. As we walked out into the courtyard, the snowflakes started to fall, melting on our still warm skin and settling on the cobbles beneath us.
I’m still reeling from such an incredible night, thank you so much Grey Goose for inviting us and Harvey Weinstein for hosting such an amazing evening. I just wish we could have stayed longer!