My
mate Luke is amazing. He's like my own personal Gok. On Saturday night I
walked into a posh party with my head held high, brimming with
confidence and happy for once with how I looked. I didn't feel behind
the fashion times, but equally I felt like me; not like I was
pretending to be someone I wasn't. I wasn't wearing my usual skinny
black jeans and heels. I was, in fact, wearing a whole new outfit
that was bought on a budget. I think I looked good. And that's
certainly what people told me. But it was all thanks to Luke.
I
treated myself to a buttock-skimming playsuit, bought under Luke's
guidance. It could have been a bit too much were it not for the fact
that it had a high neckline and long sleeves so, although it was
leggy, there was no flesh exposed up top! The French plait in the
front of my hair that Luke had planned was rejected in favour of hair
down, so instead he patiently straightened my hair and styled the front for
me. I then did my make-up. Emerging from the bathroom, Luke said he
thought I'd gone in to do my eye make-up. I told him I had done it but
he wasn't happy and requested access to my make up bag. I was a
doubting Thomas; it's one thing letting a boy loose on your outfit
and hair, but what's a boy to know about make up? But he did me
proud. The result, after much bickering, was smoky eyes and perfect
cupid's bow lips. I had to eat my words. He's good that boy.
Damn good. If anyone would like a make-over, hair tips, fashion
advice, I'd thoroughly recommend Luke. In fact, I think he's wasted
in his day job. Wasted.
The
party was great fun, with an unexpected but very welcome free bar and
lots of familiar faces but not enough time spent with the birthday
boy – that's always the way. But getting ready was more fun. Luke
got both me and his flatmate dressed and ready to go. Then he, bless
him, made about four outfit changes himself before he was finally
happy with how he looked. All this, accompanied by gin, pizza,
tequila and Taylor Swift. It was like nothing I've ever experienced
before, and I loved it.
Staying
over with the boys last night, after a 3am salt-beef bagel pit-stop
on Brick Lane, just prolonged the fun. Luke had gone to the trouble
of lighting a scented candle in his room to make it smell nice and it
was the tidiest I've ever seen it. It makes you feel good when you
know people have done something just for you. It felt like we fell
asleep laughing and woke up laughing. The following morning we were served tea in bed,
and watched last night's X-Factor before Luke headed to the cinema
and I joined three lovely boys for a delicious homemade brunch of
cream cheese and Parma ham bagels with poached eggs. I felt
thoroughly spoilt and so at home in Raul and Luke's lovely home.
Once
again, I feel so lucky to have such good friends in my life. I can't
imagine what it would be like without people like this to look out
for me and help make me feel better about things. I do sometimes wish
I could do something to prove how grateful I am to my friends and
family – words just seem so inadequate, but equally you can't put a
monetary value on gratitude. I hope they know that I'll be forever
indebted to them and hope that I can somehow return the love.
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