Except that I'm sure that cinderella didn't have to rush round in her lunch hour trying to pick up all the little essentials that she suddenly realised she needed.
Its a good job that I really don't care what people think about me [ ignores the fact that there will be a fair amount of networking going on, and you never know when you might need to pick up a contact], and that I'd rather be warm than dressed 'correctly'.
I don't mean about the gala dinner black tie thing.
I'll be fine there.
Its the races.
I've never been , not even to the litle ones at Lingfield , and this is Cheltenham.
But I'm guessing/hoping that if it was anything special they would have told us, so if the Queen can toddle around in an old raincoat and warm boots and headscarf then I guess so can I.
:D
Ok, NOT in a raincoat and headscarf, but in jeans and boots and a warm coat and jumper.
A nice jumper and coat of course.
I'm not stupid.
And something that I won't feel too out of place with during the light luncheon and afternoon tea that will go with it [ pinkys up ]
Ah, hell.
I mean, by that time they will have seen the glory that is my back [ and I mean that only slightly tongue in cheek ] and probably seen me rather tipsy too [ and I hope not completely falling down drunk ], so if they are all barbour and hermes then it really wont matter by then.
Hmmmmmmm.....
I'm now starting to tripple think myself.
Especially since this was suposed to be my bosses jolly.
So I figure that the other attendees will also be owners/partners.
Ah, bugger it.
I'll smile and listen, and ask the right questions, and do a Beau Brummel.
[ie assume if anyone stares its because they are stunned by the sheer glory of my style]
Still.
Wish me luck.
*walks off with head held high and spare knickers in dress purse*
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Spare panties? Do I even want to know?
Well, seeing as it's me, I probably would :P
Have fun! xx
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