Monday, July 5
Girlie girls
There were no related gadgets that night. No tittie aprons, no penis shaped hats, no disguises for the bride-to-be. Just us, eleven girls around a wooden table, having delicious Greek dinner and doing a lot of dancing.
First, following the allegedly Greek waiters' routines, then at Morocco, where Dixie and i did a quite memorable 'New York New York' duet, and all around the evening there was the laughter, the drinks, the chatter, the pictures (still to come, give us a chance to recover here).
I got kick ass Victoria's Secret lingerie, a summer 'pareo' and a treat to be the most healthy looking girl after my Bride Programme at the Estée Lauder center. Sooo Sex and the City, if you ask me. And yes, those are my feet on the table. The proud owner of the cleavage at the back shall remain undisclosed, boys and girls.
posted by uma b at 11:48
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