Thirty: Savoy Style

Well it happened. Last month I left my twenties behind and welcomed (with minimal panic, might I add) THIRTY to the party that is my life. As someone who will literally use ANY excuse to plan a trip, I got a lot of questions for the last year or so about where I would go for the big three-oh. I thought long and hard and weighed my options, but ultimately thought that nowhere would be better than my favorite city in the whole world, and the one I currently call home, London.

Now, I couldn’t just have a quiet event in my flat for such an occasion, so the planning began in July.

Step 1: Bribe best friend with frequent flyer miles and the promise of a great time to come spend the weekend with you.

Step 2: Find ballin venue.

Let’s talk more about step 2. I have had my eye on certain hotels in London as “must stay at some point in my life even if its only for one night” places. At the top of this list of hotels in my fantasies sits The Savoy. I browsed other options and debated for literal weeks, but I had to go with my first choice. If it’s good enough for Anna Scott to hold a press conference, it’s certainly good enough for me.

Step 3: Finally book a suite (BECAUSE IT COMES WITH BUTLER SERVICE).

Step 4: Wait approximately 4 months in excitement for this one night at the Savoy.

Now after months of waiting, the weekend finally came. To start the festivities we had dinner in the City and drinks at one of my favorite bars. Somehow no photos were taken. We were saving our photo shoot energy, you’ll see.

DECEMBER 8, 2018 – IT’S SAVOY DAY!

As with most hotels, check in was at 3:00pm, so we had to wait in our excitement all morning. Finally it was time to go, we called our Uber exec (not tryin to roll up to the Savoy in a Prius) and were on our way.

We checked in and during this process, by the assumption of all staff members we came in contact with, my bestie and I became a married couple and he took my last name. It was glorious. MR. and MRS. TOTH in the HOUSE!

After receiving “congratulations” for making it to 30 alive and an upgrade to what multiple employees described as their “favorite suite in the hotel,” we could hardly wait to see this room. We were led there and greeted by our butler (we love Rebecca so much), got the tour of this GLORIOUS full Thames River view suite, and then as soon as Rebecca left us alone in the room, we absolutely lost our shit. Eloise at the Plaza had nothing on us. We were basically children. LOOK. AT. THIS. ROOM. (And by that I mean two rooms, because sitting room and bedroom.)

After our glasses of champagne arrived and we walked around the suite 465 more times taking in every bit of detail, we decided it was time. The photo shoot was happening. Yes, months before this I made my mom fly my favorite dress to me from America just for this occasion. I regret nothing.

Photo shoot, commence. I hit every part of the hotel for this one.

Yes, we did ask Rebecca to take part in this photo shoot, thanks for asking.

Naturally, I knew I would never want to leave this room once I entered it, so my friends all came over for a birthday party. What follows are the only photos I have from said party. There were many other wonderful people who I love in attendance, but somehow I used my photo energy earlier in the day, and didn’t capture much of the party. Clearly I was busy living my best life. OUTFIT CHANGE!

Check out at 12:00pm the next day was a bit rough, and the room was NOT clean, but we made it out alive. I’m not going to deny that I wore sunglasses through the entire process of leaving the room/hotel, but its fine. We then proceeded to nap for hours once back home. It took my thirty year old body about a week to recover from the weekend’s events, but it was worth the constant heartburn.

In conclusion: this was the best birthday of my life and I can’t wait to see what the rest of my thirties have coming.

God, I hope there’s more butler service involved.

*Shout out to the best insta hubby around for making my photo dreams come true.