A molten silver backless Topshop top worn as a dress. Black three quarters tights. Black long socks. Black walking slight heeled boots. Fake boobs. Awful’s turn as Future Girl.

This is my blog and I will cam whore if I want to.

Dinner and Dance. It was on last Friday night. We got early release at 1530 hours but waited for dear Seow to record her telememo and discuss something with a certain manager. Then two Sharons, one STY and one Er zipped off in Miss Seow’s trusty Latio to Heerem to change Chiam’s dress. We had ‘dinner’ at Marche because as we all know, food served at events like D&Ds and weddings s-u-c-k-s.

Rushed off at top speed to my home where Er showered at top speed too. Getting ready with friends for an event is always fun. When you put girls together with a hoard of make up, dresses, shoes and what nots, that is the recipe for extreme giddiness. Er was a doll, drawing eyebrows for a usually eyebrowless me. We talked Chiam into putting her hair up different and Seow ended up giving Chiam what she called a ‘unicorn horn’.

Then off to Swissotel where we got stuck in a queue going into the carpark. One look at us and the hotel girl did not hesitate to tell me our D&D was that way. ‘Is it that obvious?’ I asked her. When we got seated, it was true cam-whoring for all around the tables. Darth Maul (Joyce E.) and Yoda (Jenny C.) sat with us. Silver ‘hooker’ from the Magenta Bar, Jas (Thanks Flying Dutchman) won the Best Dressed Female to the sweet tune of two hundred and fifty smackeroos. Ros came too which made the night sweeter (or rather bitter sweet because it was afterall her last D&D with us – but so glad that you came!) It was a grand night even though most people came in their finery instead of hyper cool futuristic outfits.

The fake boobs (aka Secret Bra) were great. They held up for the entire night and gave me A cups than the normal flat boobless that I usually have. They are well worth the 65 bucks.