Tonight we're all going for a night out in Cannes...
The rest of the day is spent by the pool, shopping and all the usual stuff.
The trip to Cannes is lovely. It's a balmy evening and the tunes are excellent, from metal to mathis. On arrival at Cannes at about 10.30, we've agreed to meet at the bar at the Carlton Hotel. The others park in various places - the Alvis is given pride of place right by the front door of the most exclusive hotel in Cannes!
After a couple of drinks, we lose the chaps (who are knackered from a week's international travel) and decide to head home about midnight. Then we head off to Kate's mate's bar on the beach which is nice, but there's a wedding on there with the world's worst DJ. We groan constantly at his ineptness. After another drink there, we lose four more and that just leave Kate, Kelly and me to partay. We head off to the end of season party at the Palais, but the VIP deal there is so weird that we really can't understand it. After faffing about for about 15 minutes we decide that the other club we've heard about is a much better bet, so head off in a taxi to le Baoli
As soon as we get there, it's a whole different story - we're called to the front of the queue and invited straight in. It's lovely inside. There;s an open air area with palm trees all around and a sort of large glass box in the middle with dancing and sofas and stuff. There are sparklers, dry ice and all the most glamorous women in Cannes. Can't really say the same for the blokes, though...
After a great night there, we head back to the Carlton and the Alvis at about 4:15, and get home about half an hour later. An excellent evening all round.
The rest of the day is spent by the pool, shopping and all the usual stuff.
The trip to Cannes is lovely. It's a balmy evening and the tunes are excellent, from metal to mathis. On arrival at Cannes at about 10.30, we've agreed to meet at the bar at the Carlton Hotel. The others park in various places - the Alvis is given pride of place right by the front door of the most exclusive hotel in Cannes!
After a couple of drinks, we lose the chaps (who are knackered from a week's international travel) and decide to head home about midnight. Then we head off to Kate's mate's bar on the beach which is nice, but there's a wedding on there with the world's worst DJ. We groan constantly at his ineptness. After another drink there, we lose four more and that just leave Kate, Kelly and me to partay. We head off to the end of season party at the Palais, but the VIP deal there is so weird that we really can't understand it. After faffing about for about 15 minutes we decide that the other club we've heard about is a much better bet, so head off in a taxi to le Baoli
As soon as we get there, it's a whole different story - we're called to the front of the queue and invited straight in. It's lovely inside. There;s an open air area with palm trees all around and a sort of large glass box in the middle with dancing and sofas and stuff. There are sparklers, dry ice and all the most glamorous women in Cannes. Can't really say the same for the blokes, though...
After a great night there, we head back to the Carlton and the Alvis at about 4:15, and get home about half an hour later. An excellent evening all round.
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