what, is the universe conspiring against me?
at least i can say i was never a bridesmaid in pink who crashed through a wedding cake, and as far i as i know i've never been sandra bullock... but seriously, on the last friday of my week of leave, did you expect me to be sober? 28 days is on. i choose not to see this as a sign...
(on that note let me just say - 42 below feijoa + half a lime + brown sugar + soda water = yum. we like - a lot. if you should go there too, you will most probably find that you like, too.)
i have a kick-arse dress for the party tomorrow night, and bling, and a hat - and i will have my hair in curlers and hope that i will have jessica rabbit hairdo happening to show for it. cross your fingers for me... merry happy holidays. against better judgement, i will probably watch 28 days, unless the urge to chuck in a dvd of some girly-girly flick in my collection takes over. i promise to enter an update on sunday, when it is projected to be 42 degrees. i will be indoors and doing laundry. so it will most likely mean i will be on the net, telling you all about the party on saturday night when i finally wore the dress to end all dresses which i hired from malcolm's costume hire (let me just quote malcolm - it fits me 'dangerously') - and just in case you were wondering, malcolm is an absolute legend. i love him. i will post photos. and i will see you on sunday.
cheers!