I finally finished writing stories and posting photographs from the 2017 Australian drinks Awards at about 12.10am last night.
As I started shutting down the computer I remembered I’d promised you some happy snaps.
I was pretty knackered at that point.
I know it sounds very glamorous to go to the 2017 Australian drinks Awards, but it’s actually quite tricky to take photographs and drink prosecco at the same time, let alone simultaneously scarfing crispy pork belly appetisers.
A girl only has so many hands.
Anyways, the awards went very well. A lovely time was had by all.
I was a bit traumatised when I put on my dress, as I have a fairly severe case of PMT, so I thought I looked like a rolled pork roast dressed in floaty black fabric.
I’d also decided to save the $250 I (accidentally) spent last year on hair and make-up, forgetting that I have absolutely no idea how to apply party make-up. So I thought I looked like a rolled pork roast dressed in floaty black fabric with a mutton face.
DD received several traumatised text messages – and photographs – to that effect. He replied that he was a big fan of pork, with a few hubba hubbas thrown in for good measure.
It’s a little traumatic to look at yourself all dolled up and realise you are ALMOST 50 and LOOK IT. I still haven’t quite got my head around that. Denial, denial!
And then there was the deeply traumatic moment – just as I was leaving the Awards – when one of the hired dancers pulled me onto the dancefloor and I got to totter and spin around while 500 members of the drinks industry gawped. I’m trying not to think about that too much … and hoping desperately no one videoed it.
Anyways, here are a few photos to give you a flavour of the night. I gotta go, I have 12 cupcakes to decorate for Crazy Cupcake Day at the primary school. I’ve gone with a flower theme.
The pic is one of the test models from yesterday arvo. The icing is a bit dodgy because I was in a hurry.
No song of the day. Out of puff.