Spent Saturday afternoon with my sister, a girlie girl, before going out to my friend Annie's mother's birthday party (actually, that night we were discussing the use of apostrophes and I hope mine are all in the right place). She dispaired of my slapdash attitude to getting ready (5 min make up) and choice of clothes (yawn) so practicied turned a pigs ear into a silk purse. It was brilliant craic. Apart from the fact that she repeatedly went to stick a cotton bud in her mouth to remove eyeliner etc. Ick. She lent me a fab purple dress to go with my fab black shoes.
As I was showing David how I could actually walk in the heels and swish my hips at the same time I lost my balance and crashd into this gentleman whose wife was NOT amused. David was.
Great night, great people and . . . . sore head the next day. Memo to self. Do not succumb to peer pressure so easily. David: "Ah, Niamh, have a drink. What's the point of ditching he car?" Me: "Oh go on then".
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