No not me, the champagne cocktail I was sipping last night on Fourth Floor Bar of Harvey Nicks. It was divine, I think my friend thought I was mad paying £9 for it but it was well worth it.
We had decided Girl Time was in order and I hadn’t seen J in a few weeks and after she texted me and said she missed me dinner and drinks were in order. I met here after she finished work on Lothian Road opposite Costa; we walked down to Princess Street towards George Street, to Hard Rock Café for dinner. On the way towards the main city centre, we bumped into an old friend from Uni, Pier, who we hadn’t seen in well over a year. He had failed his second year, so had to repeat whilst we moved forward to our third. We talked about out BMW Mini presentation we did for our marketing subject two years ago and how funny it was. We stood in the middle of the street, by the crossing which is the most annoying thing to do but yeah, I saw a customer from work and told my friends how he always comes into the branch and causes commotion. We had a good giggle about that, said bye to Pier and made our way to get food.
Dinner was fantastic, I couldn’t finish it, nor could I finish the ice-cream. I can’t figure how anyone could possibly eat a three-course meal in there. The portions are huge.
J was telling me about her wedding plans and how her parents are paying for it which is nice of them. She was deciding on having it in hotel or maybe Linlithgow Palace in Scotland, which would be amazing. We bitched about M and she said she was having second thoughts about inviting him to her birthday party, especially after the stuff he said to me and if I wasn’t comfortable with it. I can handle it, but we shall see. she told me to invite my TSB GUY to my party and M but i told her not to get too ahead of herself (ive still not heard from him!) When i told her that he had had an erection from just kissing me and how My hands were no where near that part of hs body she couldn't stop laughing. She said that it was a good thing and he would be mad if he changed his mind! lol Time will tell...
Anyways, Our birthdays fall into the same week this year, so we talked bout the plans for that. She will be 21 and I’ll be turning 22. She is planning a dinner and then going to the theater to watch ‘Cats’ and I’m planning two parties. I told her I wanted to go to the Fourth Floor Bar at Harvey Nicks which she thought was fancy.
After dinner, we went for a drink and decided to go see what the bar looked like inside. It was kind of funny because for the first time ever I felt under-dressed. We got into the lifts way up to the fourth floor and the bar/restaurant was amazing. We sat away from the window for the first hour and then when it was half empty a man in a suite asked us if we wanted to move to the view. We could see Jenners and The square and Edinburgh Castle from the top which was so nice. J said she that this place was soo me. We laughed and talked bout how we would have to tell our friends a dress code if they wanted to come here.Even the lifts were fancy and contemporary which says something. It was decided my birthday party would kick off up here. We talked bout everything which was fun because I hadn’t seen her since lunch with her grandparents which was some time back in August, (The beginning) then she talked about how crap her ex was in bed which was quite funny and about some dirty books which she had in her room which her mum had found when she was 13 and she hadn’t known it was one of those books. She said she would lend me it for research because she knows I’m trying to write an erotic story. ‘Research is good’
Her fiancé picked us up and gave me a lift back home, I had forgotten how fast he drove and almost had semi-heart attack. This man drives at 70mph on a 40 zone, I was sitting at the front trying not to open my mouth. I think I prefer it when J drives, even though her fiancé gets me home in half the time.
All in all it was a great night. I’m definitely going to that bar for my birthday especially to drink another glass of Miss Promiscuous champagne cocktail. 
