My ex boyfriend, Jack Daniels is waiting for me in the ice bucket. The Boujis vip area is a sea of Chanel bags as their glamourous owners socialise over overpriced bottles of Ciroc in their Louboutins. The only downside to this venue is that smoking is allowed inside, which is fantastic if you smoke but hell if you don’t like me. It would be hypocritical of me to complain as I spent a good four hours chilling at 420, a venue owned by my Serbian brothers in Barcelona.
That exhilarating rush as you cross the rope and make your way into the VIP area, surrounded by pretty boys and girls? Every night in Barcelona is like the first time. Although the novelty of this luxury has slightly worn off, watching copies of my twenty one year old self will never get old. I’ve been you girl.