I bet you look good on the dance floor
The alarm bells started going off a few weeks ago when Mum dropped a hint that she had sent Melissa 'those photos she was after.' By Friday, after many wind up text messages from Liss, it had reached fever pitch - I was convinced I would be out in a gorilla costume, a pvc bikini or chaps (and quite possibly all three).
Sigh of relief when I saw the hot pink feather boa, fairy princess crown and printed t-shirt that was to be my get-up for the evening... phew... I can still show my face in Shoreditch (although maybe not in that particular restaurant).
And better still, everyone else was forced to wear the t-shirt with me! Misery loves company. As the photos below show they also enjoyed wearing my crown almost as much as I did...
Oh and we stayed out till 3:30 (so we're not TOTALLY old yet), and Melissa and Claire had boys in their room, and the girls got invited to a party, and Aidan sent champagne, and the toilet attendant tackled Sarah, and everyone got along, and Melissa and Jen did a great job.