It’s 2.30am and i’m shattered. However, it’s amazing what a great night out with wonderful friends does for the soul.
It was MRH’s birthday, so I got really dressed up for the first time in ages. I actually wore a dress.
What I always forget is how long it actually takes to get ready for a night out – particularly when messing about with things like false eyelashes. It took me SIX attempts, and by the time I was finished I was half an hour late.
There were so many elements about this evening that made it amazing – catching up with friends that I hadn’t seen in ages, cocktails, Motown (I love Motown) and dancing so much that my feet are now throbbing. I made the decision to wear knee-high boots to provide extra support, but after several hours it made no difference…
I’m going to attempt to go to sleep, once my ears stopped ringing. Until then, I thought I’d be vain and include a selfie… It’s a bit washed out and grainy but for once I don’t resemble Waynetta Slob!!!