Sipping on my porn star martini, the tropical flavour tingled on my tongue.
A few cocktails deep, me and my partner Tom, 34, had hit up a local bar called Town and Gown that evening, on 5 August last year.
We rarely went out just the two of us ā we usually had our son Brooklyn, now nine.
But with my mum Jane, 70, and my dad James*, 74, looking after him, we made the most of it.
Dressed in pink, we watched Barbie with Tomās mum Lydia*, 61, before heading out for dinner.
Only, it wasnāt long before the cocktails drummed up a familiar craving.
āLetās go clubbing,ā I said.
āNo, Iām ready to go home,ā Tom laughed.
But I was determined to have a boogie.
āOh, come on.ā¦
