Saturday night fever in the Lecrin Valley
Last Saturday, was all about having fun and get ready for a 80's disco party. Our friend Rosie celebrated her 40th birthday and her invitation mail said it all: glam it up baby...And so did I in a chiffon mini dress in pastel shades of blue and high heeled strassed sandals. Ready to party baby, yeah..…
The glamorous girl changed twice during the night and her lovely hubby as well. Jonji was less eccentric in his garment choice, elegant Chinese pajamas with a cow boy hat.
For us, the little artistic bunch in the Lecrin valley outside
Her birthday party was meant to be a big thank you to her friends: I love you all and I don't want to leave you ! and even if we started to be slightly sleepy at 3am, Monchéri and I didn't want to leave. As soon as we got there, we felt the warm tide of love and joy of meeting new smiling faces and dear old friends. I had the feeling I spent the whole night, hugging, kissing, catching up with friends I haven’t seen for ages.
The scene was perfect. Young pretty girls with long eyelashes were offering drinks with a bright smile. The garden has been transformed in a chill out zone with sofas and chairs. Women were glittery and so happy to dance, shaking their bare shoulders. Men had twinkles in their eyes and were so happy to dance. I must say Jonji was an ideal DJ. We danced on the grass by the pool. We danced in the living room under the spotlights. A friend called Emma, alias Miss Punkett was projecting giant images of flowers or vivid psychedelical shapes on a wall. The music was loud but it felt good. I’ve never been to Ibiza but it felt like being in
Jonji insisted we visited the lower garden to catch better views of the hills nearby and maybe see a shooting star. It was so dark, we barely avoided the cactus barring the path. I was still taking off some tiny thorns, this morning, but never mind, it was fun. We watched the stars, someone pointed at one and said it was scorpio. We waited for a shooting star, ready to make a wish but alas not one was in view.
Up there, the party was going full swing, Rosie had changed clothes and was now wearing a long black satin dress, low cut in the back with a red feather boa. Some girls threw away their high heels and were now dancing bare foot on the grass. My friend Susie joined us and sat on the oriental cushions. So impeccably elegant with her long black gloves, a vintage black dress and flowers in her hair. For me Susie is like a twin sister of my friend Gym. She's an interior designer and a sculptor. She just finished decorating her house in
Oh my! can this be true or are my friends pleasantly victims of the continuous flow of Spanish champagne ? But yes, they sound bloody serious...We even talk about money now.
- What you say ? How much do I want to model this time?
- Oh my God…The Bee Gees ! Love it….Let me see…make it ****, no ? is it too much ?
- Well we'll see…come on let’s dance!
I can't believe Gym is actually dancing on Saturday night fever under the disco lights. Rosie, the dancing queen of the night welcomes late newcomers, goes back dancing and singing, takes up the mike to start a very funny speech in a
Oh…what do you want more from life?