I’ve got my hair done, complete with red bits. I’ve got the face painted and I’m wearing the pretty party dress. I’m about to head out the door. Must admit, I’m as nervous as hell and wish I had some kind of human handbag to take along (instead of just the vintage op shop one I had to fix with superglue last night). I’m telling myself I can have fun and I can have self control. No getting shitfaced because I can’t handle the hangovers.
Good luck to everyone taking part in the Run to the G tomorrow. Knock ’em dead, girls!