My Studio 54 Party
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Clearly, too drunk to take good photos at my own party… But here was Mr Muddy’s 50th birthday bash the other week – Studio 54 was the theme and let’s just say that in the spirit of the infamous New York nighclub it was excess all areas!
A massive thank you to Papillon Events who advised on all the little extras that make parties a bit special – lighting, outdoor seating, the infamous caviar and vodka tent (!)… Check out their party tips here if you’re about to have your own shindig.
Apart from the fact that I had visitors staying from New Zealand, Barcelona, Ireland and Paris, and had not a single shower or bath that they could use because I’d been let down by THREE tilers in the week – the party ended up a joyful experience. By 6pm on the night of the party, a lovely Albanian tiler called Arturo had sorted out the disaster, and everyone managed to be fragrant in the right way for the kick off at 7.30pm.
I know it’s a bit of an indulgence when you’re already spending big on a party, but I have to say that having someone come in to do my hair and make up really took the pressure off (and cost £60 which was money very well spent). I had visions of myself as Kate Moss in her Beautiful and Damned outfit for her birthday party (look I did say visions!). Here I am, courtesy of the lovely Tamsin at Bucks Make Up Studio.
I had bought a kitsch snakeskin jumpsuit from New Look with a zip down the front as a semi-slutty back up but eventually went for this fab column dress below from Biba – I love Biba stuff, it’s quite glam and kitsch and not for the stick thin (or at least, not only for the stick thin). Say hello to my friend Anna on the right here, who actually stole the show in a blue maxi dress that showed off her, shall we say, ‘assets’ to stupendous effect.
The party cranked up and kept going until about 3.30am, but I did what I always do and sloped off before the end. In fact, I did duck out for 10 minutes in the middle of the party too, and sat in my bedroom quietly. Psychologist please!
A coda: Anyone who reads Muddy regularly will know that I’m hopeless in the kitchen, and that I’ve recently taken to buying in expertise on the cake front. Yet again I hit the jackpot with my cakemaker – check out this incredible creation from High Wycombe-based Cupcakes by George – a homage to Studio 54, Warhol, and Mr Muddy with a hilarious sugar statue of the main man himself on the top. I mean WOW. And YUM. Top layer carrot and cream; bottom layer chocolate and Baileys. It lasted about a week and was divine.
It was a small party, made up largely of Mr Muddy’s friends from waaaay back who flew in from all over the place, including his brother who arrived as a fab surprise from New Zealand. Like most parties with truly old friends, it went off like a firecracker. We rarely throw parties, but when we do, we just can’t help ourselves and go utterly OTT. So it was uplighters and lights for the trees, outdoor dance floor, pod marquee, professional sound system, DJ booth, catered dinner, waiters, the whole thing.
Now we have great memories, a receding hangover and a whopping great bill to pay. But it was worth every penny – from what I can remember.
Had a great party this Summer? Tell me about it, I’d love to hear!