"You've got mail..." The message fluttered across my screen, hung for one cyber second and then dissolved into nothing...only a couple of words caught my attention. I clicked on the last of the fading pixels...'Stonewall dinner... Dorchester Hotel...' Would I like to attend? Would I EVER!
My swift reply winged it's way through the ether. "My dear, it would be my pleasure! xoxo and ooh.. PS: What do I wear?"
Stonewall is the UK's best known lesbian, gay and bisexual charity, it strives to ensure equality for the homosexual community across the country, - their annual dinner at London's Dorchester Hotel is legendary! And so, a week later, frocked in a mushroom silk number and glitzy heels, I found myself, propped up with a martini, surrounded by London's loudest and proudest, and a plethora of well-known public figures and TV personalities. So many faces; so little time. At one point, I found myself facing the Mayor himself. *ahem* I pondered a question but chose instead to replenish my glass of champagne. I know, I know, priorities, darlings... priorities. Never fear though, I did enjoy a lovely post dinner conversation with the delightful Dr Christian of the 'Embarassing Bodies' TV show, and no, no, I didn't go there with my embarassing questions.
By the end of the evening, I'd lost track of my dinner companions, played the auction round a little too enthusiastically, missed out on a bid for dinner with Sir Ian McKellen but gained a trip to Goa. Yes, in India. *pinches self* Overall, that night, Stonewall raised a phenomenal £393k for the charity. Now if that doesn't make you smile, I don't know what will. One love, indeed.
A/N: Happy Friday everyone! It's been awhile, I have been busy in the parallel universe but never fear I am still in the ether and writing. This weekend, I'm heading to a little beach shack just south of London for a little relaxation. Reading, writing and well, just pondering. Perhaps, a few sandcastles? What's in your diary? -Talei xox