Last week Beijing celebrated Roberto Cavalli’s new fragrance at the Legendale Hotel with champagne, martinis, and one crazy Eastern European exotic dancer (i.e. – her full time job is most likely a stripper at Chocolate…click to read about this Beijing “treasure”). I, on the other hand, celebrated with sparkling water and a headache from the strobe lights and the massive amounts of perfume being pumped through the vents. Don’t get me wrong – I had a great time…but it turns out that some parties are less preggers friendly than others.
One thing I certainly do love about being pregnant in China is that the local ladies praise you for the smallest of accomplishments. Case in point – the mere fact that I was wearing heels awarded me many an admiring word. But the highlight of my night came just moments after the “dancer” finished her routine and left the stage (more of a life-size trophy stand really).
As I stood there watching and chatting with Brett and Sarah, one of the local PR girls responsible for the event approached me and asked if I would like a “go”.
“A go? A go… at what, Miss?” I quite confusedly asked her.
“Would you like to go next?” She responded, pointing to the trophy stand.
After my initial shock and short, yet warranted bout of laughter – I said to her, “Sorry, I can’t – I am knocked up!”
This of course was a bit lost in translation, so I quickly added, “I mean – I really shouldn’t, I am 5 months pregnant”. And then guess what happened? That’s right – more praise for the high heels. Fabulous.
I must be honest though – I was tempted. If only the “stage” had been a little larger (and safer). What a great story it could have been to tell the little one some day… But alas – I guess I will just have to stick to the legendary tale of how her grandmother, Momo, beat out scores of 18-year olds at age 37 to win a HOT LEG’S CONTEST. Not even an official mother yet – and I am already a disappointment to our family’s legacy ♥
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