So. Thanks to Matt harrying the postal service, I have an outfit.
Yey!
It's grown-up and everything. You can tell it's grown up 'cos it has pointy-heeled shoes and a handbag and the dress is all swish.
Heh. When I told my father I was dressing 1920's style, I think he believed I meant 'my dress is a bit Art-Deco if you squint'. Not 'I know how
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Remind me to sing it for you sometime.
NEN.
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Also the Ballad of Mr Fox, if/when it gets properly pinned to music and you're happy with it.
=)
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I think you'd like that actually, I shall send it to you, via some medium or other. I'd like your approval :P
So on, so forth.
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Definitely requires an obligatory "pics please" comment :)
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1 - I loathe looking scruffy with eyeliner being my one concession towards Effort when other people at the table are dressed nice. Oh, also when the bar staff are all a lot younger and cuter than me. All of this is just mean.
2 - Champagne and white wine sipped during a meal is not as good as a double bourbon and a cigarette in good company {bollocks to the meal}. More socially acceptable, yes, more happifying, no.
3 - Gentlemen who stand everytime a lady (or I) approaches them are darling - utterly darling - and get ten billion plus points if they're 80 and shouldn't bother standing for anyone.
Did I ever mention I suck at normal social interaction with people who aren't somewhat odd? My only consolation is my brother said 'don't take this the wrong way, but when I saw you at the bar I thought you were perfectly 1920s...' but I think his lady told him that was what I was aiming for so it may well be a cheat...
*sigh*
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