fancy!

now, you know how i feel about fancy dress parties.
pretty much the same way i feel about eating someone else's vomit. ie, not very enthusiastic.
i don't usually go to our work xmas parties because they are themed: wild west, jungle, members of Crossroads etc (though there is someone who always just puts a massive ear onto a leotard and adapts it to the theme - western was the western frontier – geddit - and the final frontier for space, which is so bad as to be admirable).
i shall be attending this year's shenanigans though. because the theme is casino, so all i need to do is put on a black suit, shirt and tie, and voila, instant gamer.
i won't get such a lucky escape in March, however.
no, in March the boyfriend and i are off for a weekend in the country to celebrate one of his friend's 40th.
did i mention that it will be with 12 gay men that i don't know?
in a two bedroom cottage - we have to take sleeping bags?
and that the Saturday evening is 'drag night' and that we have been christened 'the fashion girls' and must 'dress up' accordingly.
i'm currently massively in denial about the whole thing.