December is coming, and this time, I’m not watching people have fun through my phone, I’m outside.
As I lay in bed, my phone rang. It was James, a coworker and close friend of mine.
“Where are you? Dress up, we’re going to a house party. It’s also a car wash, so wear something like a bikini. I’m with Laura, Kym, John, and Chima. We’re coming to pick you up. The party’s called Soaked In Style, hosted by Nook.”
He didn’t even let me ask a question, just answered them all in one breath. The moment the call ended, I ran to my wardrobe like an enraged beast.
When they got to my place, I walked down the stairs in a pink shorts with a matching bra, a short heels, and my small handbag. As we drove to the destination, excitement filled the car. James had forbidden any work talk, so the girls and I gossiped about our fits. James brought out a bottle of whisky, and we took a shot. Still, I had to ask, “So what kind of party is this?”
“I don’t know,” he said. “I saw the flyer, it looked interesting. So I paid for tickets immediately, and here we are. The good thing is the party will help me bring out my main party energy before the big December festivals.”
I sat back and looked out the window, with my heart beating fast out of excitement. Soon, we parked beside a small black gate amongst other vehicles, our destination’s gate was about 5’9” tall. Through it, I could glimpse a mansion, now that’s something I haven’t been to.
On entry, we were greeted by sports cars lined up creating a path towards the big property like a red carpet. The evening air was thick with perfume and the smell of burnt tyres from revving engines. As we walked toward the mansion, ladies in bikinis wiped and danced around cars, champagne bottles in hand, laughing and gisting with others. One could tell this was gists about cars, the way she was feeling the car said it all.
“Oh,” I let out as water sprinkled through the air.
“Looks fun,” James said, and we all agreed.
I pulled out my phone and typed “Nook,” curious, I scroll through their Instagram page. I smiled. “This could be fun.”
As we got closer to the mansion, we saw two pools on opposite directions, water guns blazing.
“Are we in New York or Miami?” someone said and we giggled.
What I couldn’t wait for, was to go into the mansion, something tells me its a different world in there and I wanna see…
Soaked In Style 2026 is where Lagos gets drenched in luxury, music, and pure energy.
If you think you’ve seen December parties, wait till you step into Soaked In Style, see you soon.
