an unbirthday celebration!it's keira's birthday! the city is manhattan new york, the time is the evenings of friday the 28th, saturday the 29th and sunday the 30th inclusive and the guests are all of you lovely people! the first party venue is a rented loft space in midtown, which will house one and all til the wee hours of saturday morning. on the saturday evening, the rooftop area of the soho house is being prepared for the main party, and the sunday night is drinks at the bar at the bowery ballroom, and then a showing of chapter 27. the theme of the party is an unbirthday, so all sorts of randomness ensues in the decor. the invite suggested dressing vibrantly with as much colour as possible. friday and saturday night also have a prepaid open bar for guests. all that remains to be said is - have fun!
Keira had only arrived in New York City the evening before her birthday celebrations, and was still feeling a little bit of the jetlag and time difference that day, but by the time dusk rolled around, she was more than a little bit excited for the impromptu party that had turned into a whole celebratory weekend production. Her mum had been excellent in making all of the calls and arranging it all, believing that it would be in Kei's best interests to let her hair down for a weekend. Normally, she preferred to live as a hermit (press permitting), and keep herself to herself in her little flat, with her small, microcosmic life. She wasn't associated with fame or Hollywood or all of the glamourous crap that she was so bad at. But this time, she had decided to let her hair down, leave England and it's rain and snow behind for a bit, and look to greener (and considerably less sober) pastures. It could be owed to Sienna and Rosario in large part that she had taken this decision on such a whim, but hey, who's to say it wasn't exactly what she needed?
Slipping into her custom-made Alice in Wonderland-style gown and her pair of 'ruby slippers', that were actually just gorgeous Alexander McQueen peep toes, she looked over herself in the mirror, smirking a little as 'Hollywood Keira' made her appearance. She had always done that, named this made-up, pretty princess persona something different, because her life was not this glamourous life the public gave her. It was a much smaller, much quieter life that she sometimes felt drifting. Well, not tonight. Tonight was about laughter and about being random and crazy and blindsighting herself to another year going by that she had never quite put her finger to. Time suddenly becomes something you chase, from the moment you learn to walk, or so Keira's mother had always told her. It was ringing more true with every year.
As she arrived at the venue, she could already see a few friendly faces, checking her coat with one of the waiting staff she had hired and making her way into the beautifully decorated loft. They had really gone all out for the evening! It was a dimly lit, fairy-lighted fantasy land, complete with creeping ivy around tables and chairs, what seemed to be the Cheshire cat's tree looking over the dancefloor, and a head table which was definately a perfect copy of the Mad Hatter's teaparty. From oversized colourful kettles and jars sprung flowers, ribbons, tealights, all manner of delicious treats and she could just make out the custom cocktails with the perfect 'Drink Me' tags, lined up against the far wall. It was perfect, and brought a smile to Keira's face instantly. "Fuck me..." she muttered to herself, looking around in awe even as she became accustomed to the space, fiddling anxiously with a strand of her long, chocolate brown hair. Smiling at a nearby waiter offering her a flute of her favorite drink - Kir Royale (it had truly been thought out to the last detail) - Keira accepted graciously, taking a sip of the drink and looking about her, still trying to gain her bearings.
