Okay - a pic from last night (bottom!).
And me moving.
So
Back to the actual night. It worked in that I felt amazing. I felt like a Queen and I was treated as one. Heads turned when I walked past, I was courted, I was mobbed on the dance floor. But it wasn't me. Not esentially me anyway. I want to be appreciated for who I am, not what I look like. A useful lesson. Fun times, dancing and drinks. But no conversation worth having.
[Photo] Please excuse the expression on my face. HM doesn't seem to get the convention which is, "I'm about to take the picture, smile!" Or the digital courtesy of, "Do you like this? I can always take another."
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Last edited by Sundae; 05-04-2008 at 05:24 PM.
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