The last chapter of a London adventure

The London bachelorette weekend that I am still recovering from almost two weeks later was darkest Sunday morning following dancing Saturday night away at Boujis.  Oh my.  Oh my.  After croissants and coffees from Pret a Manger, two British Advil type pills and a lot of water, mid-morning began to be less painful.

And just in time to hop aboard the London Eye!  The London Eye is one of the most touristy things to do-- basically it's a gigantic ferris wheel along the Thames River opposite Westminster Abbey and Big Ben.  You ride in glass capsules verrrry slowly and get a massive view of the city.

We all made it through without throwing up and then hopped a taxi to Ebury, a sexy, sleek restaurant in the cute neighborhood of Pimlico to meet Paul, the groom for "Sunday Roast."

Not sure what I was picturing for "Sunday Roast"-- maybe a cozy little pub like the one Cameron Diaz and Jude Law fall in love in in "The Holiday?" Maybe that.  Certainly not Ebury which was pulsing with dance-y club music provided by a DJ (weird for a mid-day Sunday brunch, let me tell you), full of gorgeous women dressed perfectly in tight white jeans, boots and camel colored sweaters with their blonde hair blown stick straight (how do they manage with the drizzle that was on and off Sunday, not to frizz?), all in a very cool contemporary space.

The design of Ebury is fantastic-- huge windows frame the charming neighborhood streets and on a sunny day would flood the open floor plan with sunshine.  Chocolate colored sofas set around tables topped with rosemary planted in silver buckets, are comfortable and just in case you forget where you are, British Union Jack pillows jauntily sit on each sofa.  The food was nothing to write home about, but to be fair, I did order eggs benedict at 3 in the afternoon....

After a walk through Hyde Park and showing Paul all of our pictures from the night before, we were ready for a late supper at one of his other outposts of Bumpkin in South Kensington, just down the street from their flat.  The mac and cheese, Charter Pie, fish and chips and chocolate cake were all what we needed-- fancy comfort food!  Hurray.

The next day, all of the girls left and I had a solo day of wandering around Notting Hill, one of my favorite neighborhoods and through Hyde Park.  Some of my go to shops in Notting Hill: JW Beetons on Ledbury Rd. for Jackson Twins boots, Feathers, Aubin & Wills and Maje.

I met up with Elizabeth and Paul for dinner at Senkai, one of Paul's Japanese inspired restaurants that had undergone a massive renovation and overhaul and was scheduled for a grand re-opening a few days later.

Senkai, located in the West End, is supremely glam with buttery soft red leather banquettes, dramatic wrought iron sculptures that serve as sconces and an open floor plan anchored in the middle by a bar serving up inventive and delicious cocktails as well as melt in your mouth sushi and sashimi.

After dinner, it was decided that I must see Eclipse, the jewel box sized bar in Chelsea that had launched Paul's illustrious career in the restaurant/bar/nightclub business.  And so we went by for a drink.  Or two.  Let me tell you two things-- 1. for a Monday night, Eclipse was packed with an incredibly attractive crowd sipping drinks, dancing and hanging out and, 2. their signature Watermelon Martini is dangerously delicious!

What a weekend!  Safe to say I slept most of the way home....

Thanks to Elizabeth and Paul for a fabulous time in London!  Here's to many, many years celebrating life and your marriage!! xoxoxo

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