Do you ever say you'll do something with someone and then find yourself regretting it?
I'm asking myself this question right now as I stare at the costume I'm supposed to be wearing to the Notting Hill Carnival on Monday.
I'm not in the best shape and yet I have signed up to an event where I'm expected to wear next to nothing and I only have myself to blame.
I got home and unpacked the lime green back pack I've paid for...
Short ass shorts - CHECK
Unflattering boob tube - CHECK
Respectable over top with jewels - CHECK
Condom - CHECK, wait what? A condom?! WTF are they expecting me to get up to on the streets of Ladbroke Grove?
The worst thing? I have always thought I had a decent butt. However these shorts have shown me the error of my ways. I must get it from my mum ;)
So if you're hitting the carnival this weekend, look out for the flat-arsed blue vision with tons of drunken courage!
Sneaky peek ...
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