I probability am still pining for my caplet because I only bloody won the prize for best outfit. I kept it quiet that I was actually wearing all my own normal clothes.
This is me later on in the evening apparently channelling Jordan. Too much fizz I think. It all got hazy after I accepted my prize of a six pack of Babycham. Ret. Ro. And look, despite that squishing, still no cleavage. FFS.
* For reals, this is bridal forum lingo. Hhaaha, VOMITOUS!