Only last week Cihangir's famous couple made it official. Or at least officially that they were planning on making it official. Yes, an engagement. The venue was held in the groom-to-be's family mansion miles out of most Cihangir residents comfort zone and was stupendous. Marble floors that led you out to the large garden dotted with waiters holding trays of champagne filled glasses. Others walked around the 80 of so guests with tiny, dainty nibbles. The bride-to-be, glamours in her dark floor length gown. Laughed in her native Australian way, as she moved around her guests looking very much like a young Natalie Wood but with tits (her own, but then of course they would be since she is not a product of Turkish society). Her two best friends (from down the road back home) were equally glamourous wearing heels so high they wouldn't have to take off to join the mile high club. They laughed and joked in the Australian way of back slapping friendliness while matching any man drink for drink. They certainly outshone some of the other ladies without even trying.
I spotted a couple of other women there wearing dresses so short I'm sure they were originally tops! Not sure what statement they were trying to elicit but sadly back home, in someone's native Australia we might wonder how much they charge. Then there was the lady who arrived badly underdressed. For a while there I wondered if she was brought in to readjust the disco ball but then sported her hiding herself under a tree, champagne in hand wearing her jeans and t-shirt. Someone had obviously forgotten to explain it was a formal party I felt for her but more so for the other lady who thought frills and sequins was a cool fashion statement. I'm not sure how others faired but there were a few moments when my heels sunk into the grass and suddenly I was shorter than everyone around me.
It was a lovely night. Wonderful weather. Great wine. Amazing hospitality. Fun people and a very happy couple. Frankly, if that night was a taster for the wedding than I have to say that I can't wait for the big day. Don't you dare not invite me. I already have my frock picked!
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