Okay so my second post to the blog has absolutely nothing to do with the trip.  It was bound to happen…..so sue me!!!!

Tomorrow night I am attending a fundraising dinner.  Apparently this means you have to frock up.  Who knew????  I don’t like to frock up, I don’t do frocking up, most days I can barely manage to brush my hair so the thought of this whole thing fills me with dread.  I hardly ever wear a dress and the whole concept of a fancy number is completely foreign-tastic to me.   And who the hell actually knows what “cocktail attire” even means.  Should it be sparkly-short-long-boobs out-boobs in-plain-drag queen OTT???  Even thinking about what would be an appropriate dress had me sobbing in the corner.  I started by sending some ideas to my Diva of some options I found online.  She said “muuuuummmmm, they are all black and they are all old lady dresses”.  Ummmm, yeah because I only wear black and yeah because I’m old.  Get with the program lady.  She says “what about something red?”  Ummm, what the…?  Does she not know me at all because I would rather die than wear something bright that would bring attention my way and draw stares.  Shudder!!!!  So as usual the Diva was zero help.