Golden arcs decorate the entrance all the way to the massive lounge area. Okay, that was lame, but I kind of insert the Vikings in any similes I make. To say the place is huge would be like saying the Vikings are tiny. When Dan and I walked inside, I had to double-check and see if we were somehow trespassing into the queen’s holiday mansion and if I should tell her majesty that I saw the drunk captain of the rugby team piss in her pool. AKA the mother of all freaking parties in Royal Elite. However, the sneaky wanker chose the party. Since Dan is part of the football team, I expected him to take me to their usual thing - not that I know what that is, but I had an idea it’d be in some posh house in London. He’s into drama and all that jazz.īut I promised him I’d attend one party before the summer starts. Spoiler alert, don’t believe anything Dan says. Now, I’m not that much of a fun-ruiner, although my best friend Dan would say otherwise. Not to be dramatic, although I probably am, this place is like my worst nightmare wrapped in super-expensive watered down alcohol. You may be noble, but stay away from King.Īlcohol, drunk teenagers, and thumping music.
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