More jet-setting for Jasmine
With all of my jet setting this month, my mate Monique said I've been in the air more often then a Russian gymnast and probably had more turbulence than Coolio displays in the Big Brother house. After St Barts, the next stop was Mr and Mrs C's (Mariah and Nick's) home in the Bahamas. But as we were flying, we realised it was too dark to land their jet plane, so we stopped off at Atlantis in Nassau for the night, where we had dinner at Nobo and enjoyed the stunning ocean beach views.
The next day, we flew to the Bahamas and spent two days relaxing and playing loads of games, before heading to New York. But before we got there, Mrs C declared: "Let's have one last festive moment before we go home, Jazz dahling. Let's go to Disneyworld."
With that, we stopped the jet in Florida and spent the afternoon in Disneyworld. Mr and Mrs C took me on all the scary rides including their favourite: Tower of Terror. Then we hopped back on their jet to New york. I was going to celebrate my birthday in the Big Apple on my real birthday, but Estelle would've been away on her American tour with John Legend. So Estelle insisted on throwing a pre-birthday dinner party for me at the fabulous Japonais restaurant in Manhattan.
I assumed it would be a small group of a few of my American and English peeps, but it ended up being a private room bash with 27 people, complete with fabulous cocktails and delicious food. The only thing missing was my "London girls". The UK side was in full force with peeps like Estelle, singer and choreographer Royston and MTV comedian Kojo all in the mix.
For once, the Americans weren't louder than the Brits. My American peeps included Mr and Mrs C, Mariah's friend Maryann, her backing singer Michael, and the infamous musical legend that is Trey Lorenz, amongst others. We tried to play one of my favourite games - Concentration - but some peeps who shall remain nameless just couldn't get the clapping, clicking and snapping on time, so we just put on silly specs and goofed around.
Mrs C and Estelle had a nice chat, which was beautiful, and myself and Mr C continued imitating and ridiculing each other's accents and laughing at how we both pronounced the word "orange". You had to be there. Then, Nick and a couple of the other boys snuck in with my birthday cakes - yes, plural - covered in sparklers. I tried to look graceful as I blew out the candles, hoping the many "geisha" cocktails and champagne that Estelle had slipped down my neck weren't going to re-emerge.
Even though I made a pact with two of my friends that we weren't going to let Estelle drag us to a party after dinner, we were weak. Estelle can be very persuasive. So we popped up the street to the Goldbar where we had a mass toast with lemondrop shots and danced the night away doing crazy moves to old school tunes.
As I staggered to my bed at 5am I thought many thoughts: I love Estelle; my dress is too short; I'm really getting too old to do this sort of thing. But I love it. (The Voice)
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