After absolutely prosecco’ing herself for years at bottomless brunches, Kirsty decided to take some work friends up on an invite to a high tea this weekend.
Perhaps naively, Kirsty thought she could just waltz into the classy affair and munch on cucumbers sandwiches like the last 10 years of her Sunday social life never happened.
If only it could be that easy. We spoke to one of Kirsty’s actual friends who said it was just a macabre charade. Adding,
“Oh, Kirsty thinks she’s all that now ay. Think she’s better than us because she’s wearing a nice dress to high tea and not a playsuit to bottomless brunch. Well, Kirsty, how do you explain that little bottle of Yellow Glen Pink in your handbag. You haven’t changed”
The allegation was fair. Kirsty indeed enjoyed a cheeky bottle of mini bottle of bubbly outside the venue before swooning in to join the distinguished, classy photoshoot with her work friends.
It didn’t stop there. We can confirm that Kirsty developed a mighty thirst as soon as the first class of bubbly went down and the “free flowing” tea & coffee wasn’t going to cut it.
She was forced to take executive action, and one glass soon turned to 5 before she announced to her table that they should continue the party at a local pub. Her mask had slipped.
We spoke to one of the attendees at the high tea who said Kirsty got a “look in her eye” and wasn’t on the same page as the rest of them. Adding,
“We told her that she was welcome to join us for an arts & crafts session at Tania’s house after. She asked us if we had any tequila there. I think we have befriended a bottomless brunch type of operator”
After parting ways, Kirsty met up with her real friends to work on a debilitating hangover tomorrow. The way nature intended it.