Stop. Wiggy time!
I am currently so tired it's stupid. But oh man, I've had such a good weekend.
As I took Friday off work, I got the train to home at lunchtime. This meant that I was getting home at around half past two, instead of about 9pm. Mum and I went into Dursley to have a wander around the charity shops to see if I could find a top hat for Slash costume, but, unsurprisingly, no top hats could be found. Jen came to meet us, and then I drove us back to my house. As we were driving out of the car park we were following a Marine Joiner's van, which announced that they could do 'cratches'. Not having the faintest clue what one was, we proceeded to create a definition for them. I put forward that they were the collective name for marine joiners, in a similar fashion to 'homies' or 'bitches'. Jen suggested it was a typo, and then a greeting, and then that perhaps they were cupboards that could only be opened by a person with a hook for a hand. I was actually crying with laughter, which was probably inadvisable as I was trying to drive at this point. Whoops.
Later on, as we sat and debated about how best to make a Britney Spears outfit, my Dad started to fashion my top hat out of cardboard. Anyway, one moment I was trying on a top hat, and the next moment I was pinning my hair on my head and donning my mothers 70's curly wig. Then it seemed like an excellent idea to go to the pub, so we went to Jen's for her to don her Britney wig. The best thing was that no one recognised me! Good times. Very amusingly good times.
Saturday I got up rahter late, painted my guitar, covered my top hat and then eventually Mel came round to do my hair. It took about two hours to curl and crimp it to perfection, and it was AWESOME. Then Sarah, Rosie and Jen came over and we all got ready. Which involved me wriggling into my magic pants and then my wet look leggings, and my bleached t-shirt. (Did you know that when you bleach a black t-shirt it doesn't go grey, it goes red/brown? I didn't, but actually was rather pleased with the result.) I also spent the whole night squinting because I didn't wear my glasses, I don't own contacts, and wanted to wear shades all evening to make sure I stayed in character. So yeah, this is what my costume looked like:
You can't really see my boots in this pic, and I'm not wearing the top hat. Here is the top hat:
I don't have a picture of my guitar either, but never mind. Those bloody temporary tattoos are still on my arms and they itch like bastards, but they won't come off yet. I'll have to take them off tomorrow after work once they've cracked a bit more.
Anyway, probably the best news of the whole weekend was Bestie getting the all clear. And the most shocking thing I saw was Quiff as Posh Spice. Hmm. The shock of that will live me for a while I think.
I think I've lost my way with this entry... I need to go to bed and read and sleep. I didn't really pay enough attention to WRC this evening, but Jari-Matti Latvala didn't finish and for a change Sebastien Loeb won. Bloody hell! Time for sleepings me thinks. Toodles.