And now I realise I really have two feet. Because they are really stupendously sore. I should have worn ugg boots instead of stilettos. Stylin'.
According to the sister that took these photos of my other sister and I, I turned into a real boozehound. And carved up the dance floor in a most unruly manner. I think the final photo is testament to someone having spiked my lemonades.
Oh and you see that there - -- that's my faux undercut - I fashioned it from a heck of a lotta hairspray and some bobby pins. If I can't have silver lame leggings, I gotta have something.