Safety Lights Are For Dudes

Here's the proof of me inna dress:



I hope you all think that was money well spent. I've got makeup on and everything! Who would have thought that people would pay £75 to see that? But they did (£65 in paypal donations and a tenner down my cleavage LOL).

There was much gin. And cheese and posh bread. And port. And more gin. And a bottle of Jura...

Things which will stick in my memory:

• Alisdair's face when he saw me in the dress for the first time.
• John BM brought Stella Artois. LAGER. Bad bad John.
• Joe and James discussing Marxism and existentialism
• a kitchen which can normally only fit one person can fit three in a talking-in-the-kitchen-at-a-party situation
• Beauty face
• James being dragged away by Hywel when it was time for them to leave protesting that he NEEDED more Jura and ending up taking a glass of it home with him
• Sarah N and Joe being the only ones left standing at stupid o'clock this morning when I finally gave in to slumber - our lovely host having collapsed into bed some time before
• the devastation in the kitchen this morning (and the amazingly crunchy prawn cracker carpet)
• deflating the airbed this morning while Joe was still on it (mostly because he was incapable of standing up)
• Pig Sandwiches for breakfast from the hog roast lady at Hebden Bridge market
• Dave being Dave on the sofa this lunchtime and giving me and Sarah B the giggles
• Tea and cuddles

It was a pretty good 24 hours all told. I'll be having a good night's sleep tonight though, I think.