Cause you're so beautiful...Like a tree. Or a high class prostitute.

I tell ya what... It's tough being a social butterfly. It's downright bloody exhausting.
On the weekend was my favourite annual event GREAZEFEST. It's a must-do on every rockabilly's calendar. It's got it all.. Awesome bands, Rad cars, Shopping for clothes, dancing & a chance to catch up with people that you only get to see once or twice a year and talk their ear off.
Saturday night I decided to dress completely inappropriately for the freezing artic temperatures & chose a noice leopard print Sheena of The Jungle number made of the lightest cotton. Yes it was more suited to a lounge seat by the pool at The Palms casino in Vegas but "Stuff it" I thought."I want to be sassy!"
Thankfully I had the good sense to also wear my bargain of the century coat with it's massive fur trim that looked like I had an alsatian dog drapped around my shoulders. Holy balony it was cold!

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It was such a fun night & even though I am still off the turps (7 months now) I still had a ball running around groping people, hugging any attractive man who came my way, demanding that people stroke my fur & bopping up a storm on the dance floor. The hightlight of the night was seeing The Planet Rockers from America play. I managed to force my way through to front row centre by elbowing people in the guts and so got to see them rock out up close. Awesome.
We finally left around 2AM!! and got home to bed by about 3AM. Totally knackered!
Up again around 8am for the car show on Sunday. Based on previous Greazefest experiences I know that on the Sunday you need to slather your body in Factor 50, wear a hat and long sleeve shirt & super duper comfy shoes. I shook my head in a weary old timer way at the young-uns in their short little dresses, stilleto heels & no hat. Foolish young thangs with their tight toned arses & optimistic attitudes. Hurrumphh.
I decided to go all Patsy Cline/Dale Evans & go all vintage western wear. Very sensible I thought.
First stop was Cowpunkabilly Vintage Western to buy a cowdie hat. Yeeeharrr! I've been hanging to get myself a decent hat for yonks. My lawdy he has the most incredible vintage western clothes for sale. I wanted to buy EVERYTHING.

The fabulous Mz Chrissy from The Lindy Charm School for Girls
She taught me everything I know! xoxoxo

TBF & I had a great time walking around checking out all the stalls and sussing out all the fabulous (& some not so fabulous) outfits being worn by the punters. I also got to meet in person some of my Flakebook friends. Now that was grouse.

I got to meet one of my blog stalkers (I mean readers) and that was so cool as she was so lovely (in her AMAZING blouse with brooch) and not totally psycho ... bonus!

Then, even with all my UV coverings, the sun started searing into my lily white flesh so we quickly hit the undercover area. We then settled in for the rest of the afteroon to listen to more great music & talk shit with anyone who'd listen. We made friends with a 70 year old lady sitting with us & she was so lovely & her enthusiam for life was fantastic.

We left around 6pm beaming from ear to ear but so tired we could bearly stand.

We did still have enough energy however, to stop at MOS Burger for dinner.

TOTEMO OISHII !!

Well done Lori for putting together yet ANOTHER great festival.

Absolute cracker of a weekend.

You're a bloody legend.

Now excuse we while I fall down.

PS: In other news.... today was weigh in day. Still 85.5kg so I stayed the same. A small miracle considering I've been eating total crap. Yesterday I was fanging for something sweet.

Did I get myself a healthy sweet snack like strawberries?

or maybe a small chockie like a Milky Way?

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

I bought this pisaticho custard cake thing from a deli. It was the diameter of a 45 vinyl record and as thick as the bible.

Serves 6. ... Ummmm no actually... Serves 1.

I ate it and immediately felt like I was getting a migraine. I felt so crook.

I cranked up the System of a Down "Sugar" on my car stez & belted the steering wheel while yelling at myself so being so friggin weak. What a dickhead I am? Stupid Stupid Stupid

Why did I do that?

Sigh.

I HAVE signed up to do Round Three of the 12wbt.

I really want to knuckle down & kick some arse again.

I'm just feeling SOOOOO tired & run-down.

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