They kept serving me sparkling wine, and I kept drinking it. Listen, if it has bubbles and booze in it, I am all over it. Plus I had plenty of room to spare, seeing as there was this whole expanding panel/pocket thing going on in the front of my dress.
Then I realized something: I could drop food down my dress and it would end up in the pouch. I felt like a marsupial. A drunk marsupial.
In the end, I walked out of there with 12 rolls, 3 Heineken, and a bottle of sparkling white wine. It was a GREAT party.
I think it may be time to get rid of this dress. Orrrrr you know, I could always go to an all-you-can-eat buffet...
Grandma Melrose would be quite proud of you!
ReplyDeleteI had always hoped that there was beer in 'roos pouches.
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