As you know I go to a few events, I love them. I think it’s exciting to get dressed up, kiss the boys good night and head off into the lights and do something fun and different. I get to meet new people, engage in conversations that don’t involve Chuggington and photograph my whole experience.
A few weeks ago I got an invitation to attend the opening of The Dispensary on the harbour and I asked Monica (not a blogger) if she would like to join me and as you can imagine she eagerly accepted. We batted our eyelashes and asked Steve, in the sweetest voices we could muster, if he would look after her son Brock and thankfully he said yes. That night we were out the door on the dot and we were dressed to thrill.
Monica looking sizzling in her sexy little back dress and trench.
I wore my boots, tights, black lace dress, jacket, necklace, ring and bracelets.
The Dispensary, a bar floating on a pontoon in the middle of the harbour was only accessible by water taxi. Sydney weather was absolutely terrible, wet and drizzly with a sky full of grey clouds. To be completely honest it was the kind of night you should spend curled up in front of the TV with a cup of tea and tim tams.
Just look at it… so dreary.
The Dispensary was a bar created from a competition run by Drambuie.
It was an open bar and I was determined to try all the signature Drambuie cocktails, you know, “for work”. Monica wasn’t drinking and we quickly found out that a glass of softdrink (from a 2ltr bottle) was $5 per glass, so if you weren’t drinking alcohol you were screwed. See that little chopping board of meat and cheese… that’s the only food we got all night. When we inquired to the waiters several times about food, platters of mini hamburgers and satays, we (and others) were told “You should have sat near the kitchen”. The night was not going to plan and it was flat lining fast.
We pulled the plug early and headed back to the shore, grabbing a delicious late dinner at the Opera Bar. I’ve been to so many brilliant events and Monica has had to hear all about them so I was really looking forward to sharing my “work” with her. Every goodie bag I’ve gotten I’ve shared them with her and at this event there were no goodie bags. Even the photo of Monica and I taken by the event photographer didn’t make the cut apparently so the only photo I have of us together is this one…
We talked without interruption, ate dinner whilst it was still hot, we didn’t have to wet-wipe the table when we were finished and oh yeah, we laughed and smiled and strutted about in our heels. Even though the event itself wasn’t the best I’d been to, having one of my best friends to hang with all dressed up for a night on the town made it totally worthwhile.