A Manchester vacation, a fabulous idea!
Work night? So what!
After being indecisive about rebelling against the few morcels of worth ethic that reside in my body- Manchester was on the cards for Wednesday night.
After almost missing la train, I was good to go - having stuffed an array of clothes into a bag, shaved and Batiste-d my hair.
Painting my nails, listening to Jack's Mannequin & playing Pokemon DS - somehow it slipped my attention that my going out bag (which was on top of my sleepover bag) got lifted. It was so lucky that my life was in my handbag rather than that one - and all the thief got away with was the bag itself (completely replaceable) and a couple of pairs of earings pretty much. Perhaps a lipbalm, my Revolution card and a couple of other unimportants too- but nevertheless, lucky escape for the rest of my stash! (Especially seems as I had dollar, i.d, my camera, my ipods (plural) and most importantly my DS and casio work calculator in my other bag. Lucky, lucky, lucky!)
Next stop - Fallowfield!
Bused it up to not-so-Filey Road, and found myself an L Bizzle, along with her uni friends, their friends, and a new uni house.
Getting ready, wine and cocktails - fake tan and high shoes.
A lethal, yet fabulous combination. Ham crisps for dinner, and it was off out - Birdcage style.
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