My hair is done, makeup looks perfect …. I smile with satisfaction, as I step into my designer gown.
I hope the evening is perfect. I need posh do’s to gloss over the fact that the year was a disaster. After all, it will be washed away in the expensive alcohol we consume tonight. The face that I present will be out there on social media, for people to remember, and secretly envy my privileged existence.
I will be a diva for a night.
I hope the next year brings better luck …. or more anaesthetics to numb the pain.
Yes, you’ve captured the essence of the good and bad we experience in our daily lives! Maybe anesthesia wouldn’t be required so much if there were more good moments. 🙂 Thanks, Reena!
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Yes. It compensates. Thanks, Susi!
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🙂
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Well done…
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Thanks!
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An intriguing story as it makes one wonder what happened. Well done and thank you for joining in, Reena.
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Could be a celebrity life! Some of them are lent clothes by designers for special do’s.
Thanks!
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True!
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Reblogged this on BrewNSpew.
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Good post!
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Thanks!
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Well written and interesting, Reena.
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Thank you, Roberta!
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