Fancy Dress Dilemma

With my birthday a mere 10 days away I thought I ought to plan something so that I don’t spend it with a takeaway and a season of Supernatural (although saying that, that actually sounds like a good idea). I panicked and decided a fancy dress night out would be a laugh and I chose musicals as my theme, because who doesn’t love musicals? (most of my friends apparently but its my birthday so I care not) So with that in mind I began racking my brains for sexy musicals characters as the boyfriend will be attending (thats correct, he’s been promoted, more on that later, more pressing matters at hand) So I had can can dancer from Moulin Rouge, Roxy Hart or Velma Kelly of Chicago, and that was pretty much where my list ended. So I decided can can dancer was the outfit for me and prompty told the boyfriend who was most pleased at this decision

Indeed with an outfit like that can you really blame him? That girl is pretty fit. That was when it hit me, I’m not that girl, and unless a miracle happens and my mad exercise regieme of walking to the shops for food suddenly lets me lose 6 stone then it’s unlikely I will be her by the time my birthday comes around and boyfriend who thinks he’s getting that, will infact end up with her slightly podgey, shorter, paler counterpart probably stumbling about the place sloshing champagne and birthday cake everywhere (and if that’s not a turn on I dont know what is) So I scratched my dreams of being a can can girl and went back to the drawing board, hmm maybe a pantomime horse or the wicked witch of the west?

This led me to ask an important question about how I feel about my relationship with my thighs now that boyfriend is in the picture, after all, my thighs and I are very close. But the question is, Do I want to try and put extra effort into getting rid of them so as to have the best of legs now that I have someone to show them to (my mum reads this blog on occasion, sorry mum) or do I adopt a “love me, love my thighs” policy and assume that they havent put him off thus far so why indeed should they? Saying that, he’s not exactly Ryan Gosling so he can deal with it to be perfectly honest. But this still leaves me with the dilemma that I have no costume for my own bleeding birthday party. So I tried to think of musicals characters famed for their curves. I got no further than hairspray before realising that is essentially committing social suicide. I would change the theme but all my friends (yeah, the ones who claimed to hate musicals before they discovered all the ways they could dress like slappers) already have costumes. So it would seem I am doomed to the curse of looking positively awful in fancy dress once again and have nobody to blame but myself. With any luck I’ll drink far too much to actually care 🙂 Fear not dear reader, a whole portfolio of horrendous photos shall be uploaded for your perusal, along with one of the boyfriend hopefully 😛