Needless to say I had gotten the dress code all wrong. After having miss-interpreted the last Italian party as a bell-bottom, platform shoes and big hair do - just because the invitation had said disco music - I decided to tone down my attire even though the dress code mentioned glitter and colour and went with a purple ensemble and black high-healed platforms. I was the ONLY one NOT wearing sparkly sequins and glitter...darn! And I looooooove sequins and glitter!
After dinner we headed towards the Eiffel tower still without a clue what our birthday girl had next in store for us. Were we to ogle a cabaret show or climb the Eiffel tower at night?
Lo and behold underneath the Eiffel Tower was a Disco bus with dazzling pink interior waiting for us. A DISCO BUS. How cool is that? Ever since we arrived in Paris 2 1/2 years ago and I saw one of those buses pass by below our apartment on the first Saturday night after we had moved in, I wanted to board a swaying, obscured windows, slow-moving, driving music box. Tonight was my chance thanks to the amazing invitation by my Roman friend.
However, the best picture will stay in our hearts and not in our camera thanks to the exceptional surprise that none of us guests will ever forget. I now seriously need to plan for my next big birthday party...
Pit stop at Place Vendôme for the birthday cake