Ok so, I'm in heels and a dress. And fucking stockings.
Haven't worn heels since Melbourne Cup and all I can say is thank God I still remember how. There will be no walking like drunk Elvis for me today. All that training down the hallway when I was fifteen has clearly paid off.
I also managed to convince the boss to shut the restaurant for a few hours so I can go to this event and I mean... Well for fuck's sake if The Boyfriend doesn't know I love him after this then I'm pretty sure he's never going to.
Have not been this uncomfortable since I had to wear the bridesmaids dress from hell. Full length, bright purple backless, silk shit.
Except today I at least look ok whereas that day I looked like The Purple People Eater meets Alannah Hill.
Someone please bring me my Levis and a very strong drink.
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