Party Under Construction

Kelly has been working with The Admirable Crichton, one of London's most prestigious catering companies on a reception we will be having at the office on March 1, so they in turn invited her to an enormous opening celebration they were having at a construction site called Number One Piccadilly, right off Piccadilly Circus. Very few people from our company were invited (only about 5) but she managed to secure Christian an invitation too, so right after work we started heading to the other side of town.
We arrived precisely at 6:30, and only had to wait in the line outside for about 10 minutes till we were shown in. The venue is in the process of being gutted and done up for parties, so the catering company, The Admirable Crichton, decided to do a party with a fun, construction-type theme to promote the new premises. The first thing we saw was two beautiful girls in tiny little outfits hanging on a rope from the ceiling, as we passed them on the ascending escalator. We checked our coats whilst Marilyn Monroe and Gwen Stefani's love child swung elegantly on a ring, inside of a giant birdcage. All around us buff male models with hard hats on but no shirts showed us the way. Inside, the place was buzzing and quickly building up pace. Actresses dressed as showgirls mingled with the crowd as we were invited to try the many different canapes that the company specializes in. The first floor we were on had a wide open space above our heads, with the band and magnificent soul singer looking down upon us from the second story. We tried little nibbles of beef, swordfish, tuna, and cheeses, and were inundated with offers of different kinds of champagnes and cocktails. With his enormous camera around his neck, most people believed Christian to be one of the official photographers and as such the entertainment paid him particular attention, as they basked in the knowledge that the pictures showed their diamond studded eyes and sparkling gowns off to perfection. We chatted briefly with one of the organizers, who was delighted with our positive feedback, then ascended the spiral staircase up to the 2nd floor, where we were able to sample little packets of the best chips (as in wide french fries) we have ever had. We decided they did not require accompaniment by the cavier, fois gras sauce, or lobster mayonnaise they offered.
After seeing alot of the hosts, entertainment, and wonderful food we met up with our dear friend Heena, who was also invited from our company, and found ourselves spending much of the time lounging on giant cushions on the 3rd party floor, with a giant crystal chandalier above our heads, contrasting so much with the building site around us but somehow seeming to fit right in, whilst the blue lights decended upon it in such a way that a thousand stars sparkled on the walls around us.
At one point Kelly was lounging on her own while both Heena & Christian would talking to other guests nearby. At that point an enormously attractive body European builder wearing nothing but a tiny pair of briefs and covered head to toe in chocolate strode into the room. In her mad struggle to get up from the fluffy cushions, skirt hiked up with nary a care, Kelly kicked over two
champagne glasses. The sound of glass shattering permeated the room but nothing mattered but getting over to that fine speciman of a human being for a photo opportunity, which Christian was happy to oblige. For much of the evening we were content to lounge on those wonderful cushions whilst the party continuously came to us. Entertainers and the servers never missed us once as they ensured our champagne glasses stayed full and that our every need was met. We finally left around 11:30, goody bags in tow, agreeing that that was a magnificent evening spent. Going for free really is priceless.