I'm SulkyI wore a skirt last night ... and high heels, much to my dismay and horror. It wasn't my choice, there's a story to why just below.Not sure how many people reading this (if any do) know the my boyfriend is an apprentice carpenter. We got an invite a while ago to attend a Christmas party. Cameron said I had to wear a dress?!?!?!?! what was wrong with him?!?!?!?! Eventually we compromised and a wore a knee length black skirt with a "lovely" boutique top mum bought me. Cameron also insisted I wore high heels; High heels are the most torturous invention I have encountered so far. Cameron wore a tuxedo and looked (in my opinion) like a business executive. We eventually got to the party and found we were overdressed. Bloody Cameron, oh well. I tried champagne for the first time, I think it tasted like goon (really cheap and nasty wine). On a full stomach it was very potent, I only had about half a glass before I got Cameron to finish it off. We sat by the balcony for ages before someone came to talk to us, she is a very nice person but boy she could talk a mile a minute. Eventually we got to the food which was very nice. Everything was going well, when on the other side of the restaurant some girls (heavily drunk) were singing song. After the first song I didn't mind, or the second as it was obviously a birthday party. But after an hour I was getting pissed off as they got drunker and more off key. At one point they were yelling "The twelve days to Christmas" Cameron was in the toilets (lucky for him) and got back just as they yelled even louder (I didn't think it was possible) "FIVE GOLDEN RINGS", people with Crothers were yelling at them to shut up, and I think a few people complained but they staff didn't do anything to stop them which was disappointing as they were excellent with everything else. We left just after the main course, I had a migraine from the singing and a back ache. I don't think Cameron was comfortable either. Down stairs we saw all of the smokers (who were pissed). "Don't go" "Stay for the free piss" "Please don't leave" We all talked for a bit and got home at eleven. All in all it was a good night and I had fun. Enough writing from me. Pics of the night will come in a bit but here is this journals funny pic  Lots of  Tasma
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