Justin Bieber was geared up for an exciting 19th birthday in London on Friday, but then something went wrong—so wrong that before midnight, Biebs was said to be back at his hotel, eating McDonald’s and tweeting about his “worst birthday.”
Just what pooped JB’s party, however, was at first something of a mystery because the boy man didn’t elaborate. But it wasn’t long before staff at Cirque Du Soir, the circus-themed nightclub hosting the singer’s big shindig, confirmed the wide speculation that members of Biebers’ party had been turned away because they were underage. It has since come to light that these pint-sized partiers included Jaden Smith, son of Will Smith and Jada Pinkett Smith.
Bieber (or his people) had reportedly shelled out the pound sterling equivalent of US $12,000 for the Cirque Du Soir soirée, which included private VIP rooms, bottle service, and dedicated wait staff wearing “Happy Birthday Justin” T-shirts. The bash came to an abrupt halt shortly after it began, with an alleged “confrontation” between the birthday boy’s entourage and club security.
Justin tweeted moped his ultimate birthday-bummer mope to the world a short time later (I find it helps if you read it in an Eeyore voice), prompting his army of Beliebers to assume that blame for the buzz kill lay with the paparazzi (lazy guess!). Keener sleuths deduced that Bieber probably had his alleged new squeeze Ella-Paige Roberts Clarke in tow; being only 17 years old, she wouldn’t make the 18+ age cut that is standard at British nightclubs. (Bingo!)
Now, escorting his dolled-up, slightly underage female companion into the club is one thing, but how Biebs assumed he could smuggle 14-year-old Jaden past the ID check is a head-scratcher. If rumours that he pulled the old “don’t-you-know-who-I-think-I-am” routine when the bouncers called him on it are true, then the situation is plain goofy—though some suggest that Justin did the noble thing by walking out on the party with his little buddies when he could’ve just stayed and caught up with them later.
The club’s statement on Justin’s “worst” tweet was a gracious bit of damage control. They cited their adherence to the law (no exceptions!), but they also suggested the party went rather well (and lasted longer than reports suggest) before going pear-shaped over the age issues. They had nothing bad to say about their guest of honour (a regular patron of their establishment).
See, the real problem here was planning—and not just the guest list. The time for Justin to celebrate in England was last year, when he became old enough to drink there. He was simply in the wrong London. He should’ve return to the city of his birth, London, Ontario, and toasted his new legality in his home province. The bouncers there would’ve been so surprised to see him, his friends probably wouldn’t even have needed fake ID.
