Yesterday, I shared how we had the most delicious afternoon tea, but what did we do next? Well, we were feeling pretty full. I’m not going to lie, I was wistfully wondering if I could sneak away for a cheeky catnap. In the end I powered through. I know, I do feel proud. We excitedly decided to check into our hotel room. It was very gorgeous. However, that is a whole other blog post. Let’s just say that there was rather a lot of squealing, mainly me; I do like to squeal when I get excited. Very high-pitch, only dogs can hear me type of squeal. After a lot of running around with me shouting/squealing
“Oooh it’s lovely. So fancy. Proper fancy. Fancy pants”
We discussed what to do. Here we were in Manchester, the cultural capital of the North. Perhaps we could take in some museums, stroll around a lovely art-gallery? Don’t be ridiculous! We had 24 hours child-free, there is only one thing you do when you are child-free, well apart from sleep, and I had already been told that I was not allowed a catnap! Nope, we needed more cocktails. We had been rather excited about trying the hotel’s terrace on the roof, complete with cocktail bar. I had visions of sitting up there, sipping on my cocktail as I enjoyed the cityscape. Ok, it was a little chilly and there was drizzle in the air (it always seems to drizzle in Manchester when I visit) but I was not going to let this deter me from my alfresco cocktail dream. So we bundled into the lift. However, a sign in the lift informed us that the roof terrace was closed for a wedding.
My dreams of Sex and the City elegance were shattered. Not for long though. We were ladies on a mission. How often do we get to sip cocktails in the afternoon, well if you are me, then it is very, very rarely. I was determined to enjoy this. We headed across Manchester. I would like to say that we strode towards our destination in a purposeful manner, like the ladies would from SAC. However, there was a fair bit of dithering involved, we huddled together, discussing where to go. One of the only places I knew was the Cloud 23 Cocktail Bar at the Hilton Hotel. It’s in the Beetham Tower, the most distinctive tower on the Manchester skyline. The only problem was that we were relying on the lovely Louise to get us to these places but she hasn’t lived in Manchester for many, many years. It would be like expecting me to navigate everyone round Colchester, Essex. I haven’t lived there since I escaped to university. I wouldn’t have a clue. But, there we were relying on Louise to navigate us round this busy city. We were unsure where the Cloud 23 Cocktail Bar was. I pointed out that you could see it on the skyline and could we not just aim in that general direction. I must say I was relieved when we decided not to follow my not very bright suggestion. I was not entirely sure that the building I was pointing at was the right building! In the end we decided to go to the shrine of elegance and materialism. We were heading to Harvey Nichols!
We marched in what we thought was the right direction, did a massive loop, got lost some more and then finally found ourselves vaguely in the right area. Outside our mecca, Louise spotted someone who she was sure was famous. We then all agreed. I became very excited. We don’t see any famous people on Jersey, unless you count a certain TV detective who likes to whizz around Jersey in a red car 😉 On seeing a famous person we acted very cool. We did not stand there for ages pointing and trying to work out famous person. I suddenly realised she was a Maxine. She looked a Maxine and then Lisa came up with the surname – Peake. It was her too, as we later spotted her on a billboard outside the Royal Exchange where she is appearing in a play.
The Harvey Nichols bar was very busy and it had a lovely bustling buzz about it. The staff were very accommodating and showed us to the bar. Yes, this was it, I was living my SAC dreams. I was perched on a twizzly seat at the bar. I was the epitome of elegance, apart from the great gaping yawns that were escaping from my mouth. I hadn’t had a good night’s sleep and I was in need of a caffeine pick-up. Therefore, we decided to mix the two. The caffeine and the booze. No, I didn’t have a coffee chaser with my wine. We all had an espresso martini. Sitting in the bar meant that we were able to watch the barman make the drink. Not that we did as we were too busy nattering. What I also loved about this bar is that you get a big jug of water. Perfect. I always drive Mr C mad asking for tap water with my coffee/meal/wine. Basically, I always have to have water. I am obsessed with hydrating. How I have changed *sigh*.
The problem with those twizzly seats at the bar is that you can never quite relax on the seat. You have to remember to sit perched at all times. This is ok if you are used to being a lady; I am not used to behaving like a lady. I needed to sit somewhere that would allow us to slouch! I needed less elegance and more comfort. Also, my spanx was now back on and I needed to breathe. I needed to slob.
We left Harvey Nichols in search of our next cocktail and ended up with porn stars and drag queens. More will be explained tomorrow 🙂
If you are looking for a good place to have cocktails then I would highly recommend the Harvey Nichols bar