Being a VIP

Last week, I had the most incredible night...

Everything started, when me and my boyfriend broke up. I had been unhappy for quite some time now and there really was no point continuing hurting each other by being together. When that was done, my girlfriends decided it was time for me to make use of my contacts at the Ritz to get us into the most select club in Paris. The one club where people don't fall in line to get in, because if you don't know anyone there, you won't get in. Even if you look like Jessica Alba and throw yourself at the bouncers neck. Only the rich and famous can get in, it's the LAW. 

But lucky me, I know the general manager of the Ritz who happens to also go this famous "VIP Room" every friday.  

He gave me a contact and there we were. Ten girls standing in front of a big black door with very scary securities in front. So I stroll to one of them, and in a very cool and star-like manner I say: "My name is Céline, I'm Omer's assistant from the Ritz!"

And there we were, sitting at the best table with a 1,5L Bottle of Grey Goose bottle starring at a crowd of beautiful people we had only seen on TV. 

It was probably the most amazing night I have spent in Paris so far... and you know what they say about heartbreaks, nothing better to get over a man, then another man that is a hundred times better than the one you lost. 

So meeting a nice young man that evening did make the night a little more fun... and the fact that his suit was Armani, his shoes Guccis and that he drove a stunning Mustang didn't hurt either.

My first night as a VIP felt good... I am definitely starting to feel the nice perks of working in one of the biggest and most famous palaces of this planet.