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.