I have to admit it, last night had one of the biggest comebacks I’ve ever seen. At the beginning, it looked like it was going to be a train wreck. Uni insists on having all these balls twice a year (don’t ask, I don’t know why) and I am just not a ball type of girl. I mean don’t get me wrong, I sometimes decide to ‘make-up’, and I have been known to wear a dress. But I’m much more inclined to stay at home with my indie-flick/series and order a pizza. I mean come one. Pizza. But I knew this girl 
I have a thing for was going. And so I wanted to go. Cue depressive music.
So when I got a facebook message at 5 asking me if I wanted to go, I flipped. It was with a whole heap of her friends, of course, but still. Baby steps. So of course I shrugged a nonchalant yeah and asked where we were meeting. We’ll pick you up, she said. Cool. I love a lift. So, all in a flurry, I picked out the perfect dress, with Hayles sitting on the bed critiquing in a very sister-like way. And then the car arrived. And it was a limo.
Hiring a limousine in Melbourne is something of a tradition. Everyone does it for that sweet sixteenth, and maybe/probably for formal, but since then it’s pretty reserved for special occasions. Like maybe you Melbourne couples hire a limo for their wedding. I don’t know. Basically, you don’t see it very often. After my surprise dissipated, I squished in kick-ass dress and all, sitting next to Sarah (score!). So yes, there was a panic over the last minute invite and the dress. Yes, the limo was a surprise. Yes, I knew they were going and I wasn’t invited – but everything worked out well. For the best, actually. And I may have gotten a kiss from Sarah at the end of the night. But I’m not one to kiss n tell. Better leave that for blogging!