I think I might be a little crazy. Or a little mad anyway, to accept going to a party on a school night. And a crazy fun apres ski party in yurts at that!
Not just because I may get carried away… and have far too good a time… (am I allowed to do that?) …. But because our track record in going out to parties, hasn’t actually worked out well so far….
Maybe this time.
Maybe because I am dressed as a hard-nosed, ‘don’t mess with me’, ‘my boyfriend is KGB’ Russian oligarch.
Just call me ‘llia’! I have got this…