Here we are again touching down in the middle of my construction zone -- that began Sur Lounge. We always have a series of soft openings to iron out the teething problems, of which there were many. This was the first, mainly for friends and no press, just a small gathering to see if all the kinks can be ironed out. . .
I don't know if it is my inability to schedule things properly, but it's always right down to the wire! I am thrilled with the venue. Visually you will just have to come and see for yourselves -- the garden and the private dining room (none of which you saw) are almost ethereal, and I am so proud of its success.
Anyway, that evening, there was a smorgasbord of glitches and the event was filled with so many complications. I am going to have to gloss over some. I felt like a horse in a hurdle race. . .
Firstly Scheana alerted me to the fact that she had been involved with Brandi's ex-husband whilst she was married to him. I didn't know the details, but I didn't have to. Although I didn't know Brandi very well, she was my guest and I wanted her to feel at ease so Scheana had to go. She could work at the restaurant next door. . .OK, one down.