1 July - PR girlie life

Clearly am not the only one amongst my 40 something/plus friends who wishes we were still living it up at 25.

Got this from a girlfriend yesterday:

Went to gym this morning and then met for coffee with cute little H. The life of super cute 25 year old PR gal and assistant to famous female singer from way out cardiff way. Unreal. A highlight : Saturday night she ran the door for famous club GP (she was one of the dancers for ages). She went with a friend . They left at .... 4am. Went to Hoxton Hotel for a drink with a guy she'd had date #2 with a few days earlier. They left at 6am, went back to flat she was staying at in... Blackwall. Had se x.

Then at midday she met with a friend in Hyde Park and spent all day there, and night seeing the Police. Home at 12am. At least she said 'you should have seen me on Monday'. Thankfully, it did catch up with her. But still! Crazy H. The previous 3nights she'd had : dinner at Nobu with someone who owns a posh hotel in New York, date #2 with the boy she saw at Hoxton Hotel, and... something else, ah yes, drink with some billionaire Chelsea bloke.

Followed by this today:

Cute PR girl H had dinner with Hugh Grant last night!

I asked how that came about and it's becaues she was out which Chelsea billionaire/bloke who obviously knows Hugh. Darn. Maybe I should have thought that PR was good route into a number of interesting encounters, but more than that, I'm jealous of the stamina. I remember those all nighters and then straight to work and you didn't look like complete shit.... ah wistful me.