Ticket
£20
- Admission
- Buffet food
- Birthday cake
- Soft drinks
- Music and dancing
- Photo experience
- Hosted introductions
Alcohol is purchased separately from the private bar.
An invitation
PIETRA
TURNS 30
Friday the 13th. What could possibly go wrong?
13 November 2026 · London · 8pm–midnight
Come to my birthdayYes, even if we haven't met yet.
Look at her. Thriving. Mingling. Probably had plans after this.
Adulting hit my social life like a truck, and making an occasion of my birthday became the least of my concerns.
I'm turning 30 this November, so I decided to throw myself a birthday party to make up for all the missed birthday parties.
But only inviting my friends felt too tame. Too sensible. Too pedestrian.
Then, during one of my midnight brainstorming sessions, I thought: what if I invited some people I don't know? And here we are.
I've spent enough birthdays treating the day as if it were any other day. I don't want to do that with this one.
Yes. Strangers.
Some of the people there will be my friends. Some will be friends of friends.
And some will be people who found this page on the internet and thought:
Turning up to a stranger's 30th birthday sounds like a perfectly reasonable thing to do on a Friday night.
Those are my kind of people.
If you're somewhere around 25–40, live in or close enough to London to make the journey, would quite like to meet some nice humans, and are willing to turn up to a stranger's 30th birthday with a reasonably open mind, you're invited to apply for a spot.
What exactly am I inviting you to?
A birthday party. I feel this is important to establish.
- There will be food. There will be cake. There will be music and dancing. There will be a bar.
- There will be somewhere to take ridiculous photographs. There will be places where you can sit down and be able to hold a conversation with another human without having to test your lung capacity (not guaranteed throughout the night. Some of us might get carried away and start singing along loudly).
And because walking into a room full of strangers and being told to “mingle” is a terrible system that we have somehow collectively accepted, I will help.
When you request an invitation, I'll ask you some questions. Nothing sinister, I promise. Things like what you love, what you could talk about for far too long, what you'd like more of in your life, and the sort of people you tend to get on with.
Then I'll do some matchmaking. Friend matchmaking, but it's really up to all of you at the end of the day!
I make no contractual promises concerning husbands or wives. Or whatever else. I listen and I do judge, but that's a me problem. Don't worry about it, sweetheart.
The room
A few things to expect
THE FLOOR
Music and dancing.
THE BAR
A private staffed bar.
THE PHOTO CORNER
For photographic evidence that everyone left the house.
FOOD + CAKE
Self-explanatory. We’ll do our best with dietary requirements.
“Let them eat cake.”
Tickets
One ticket. Everything you need.
Around 50–60 people. That's the size of it.
Request an invitation
Tickets are offered once your invitation is accepted.
The important bit
I want this to be the sort of room where people can relax.
Come alone. Come knowing nobody. Be gay. Be straight. Be somewhere in between. Be religious. Be very much not religious. Be loud. Be shy. Dance for three hours. Spend half the evening sitting on a cushion discussing medieval architecture with someone you met eleven minutes ago.
Just be kind.
Respect people's boundaries.
Don't be creepy.
Don't make somebody else's evening smaller so that yours can be bigger.
That's pretty much the constitution.
Why do I have to request an invitation?
Because this is still my birthday, some of the people coming are strangers to each other, and everybody walking through that door should be someone who is expected.
I read every application myself. The exact venue details stay private until you're confirmed, and I use the information you give me for basic guest verification and for making some useful introductions.
I don't collect passport or ID copies. If any ID check is required on the night, that's handled by the venue.
And who are you?
Fair question! I'm Pietra. This is actually my birthday, I do actually live in London, and I am, to the best of my knowledge, a real person. I use a nickname publicly because this page will be floating around the internet.
If your invitation is accepted, you'll get my proper contact details and a link to my LinkedIn too. If I'm asking you to tell me who you are before I invite you to my birthday, I think it's only fair that you can check who you're trusting with your Friday night.
Questions
Things people ask
Friday 13 November.
London.
8pm until midnight.
Somewhere near Tower Bridge.
Around 50–60 people.
One birthday girl.
And, with any luck, several people who didn't know each other at 8pm making plans without me by midnight.
I think that would be a pretty good birthday present.
I'll ask for a little information so I can check who's coming and make some useful introductions. I've explained exactly what I do with it here.
Request an invitationCome alone. That's allowed. You'll be fine.