15 October 2012
Because of my other halfs job, I have to go to balls. Well I don't have to go, but it's a jolly good excuse to get dressed up with floor length evening gowns and have a lot of fun with friends, playing on big toys eg Dodgems while very tipsy.
It's purely coincidence that Joy The Oracles husband works with mine on occasion and so we are normally at the same balls but don't spend the evening with them. They're just too odd.
But two years ago, we decided that we would all go together as our usual friends couldn't accompany us.
Now I'm not in favour of fake tans but I have been known to have the odd spray one done professionally on the occasion of a summer ball. So I had the dress, floor length off the shoulder oyster green satin with a little diamanté detailing, I had the shoes, killer heels and a girlie sparkly bag. These occasions are the only time I go all out girlie.
So anyway, I was telling the Oracle that I was going to have a tan done and she said she would try it because of the dress she had. She was a bit worried as she had never had it done before, but I put her mind at ease. So I made an appointment for us both to go one after the other. I had mine done first, the girl is really good who does it, no streaks or David Dickenson mahogany in sight. Then Joy went next, getting a bit flustered, just do what the girl says I say to her. And so off she disappears into the room while I avoid doing anything that will ruin my golden sun kissed glow.
So she comes out, looking good, as remember she has very long blonde hair and an apparent squint. Long story short, we pay up and head back to the car, while Joy tells me all about the event. Then says "oh I couldn't get my purse back in coz of my bra and knickers " laughing.
"Are you not wearing any pants Joy?!" I say a little alarmed.
"Yes, the funny ones they gave me."
What could I say....?
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