I just got back from shopping. Everything I got was for tonight (the ball). I got: shoes, hair product, after-ball ticket and some Guinness (in cans because we aren't allowed glass at the after-ball).

I am now scrubbed, shaved, plucked and moisturised to within an inch of my life. Back in the black trackpants and hoodie, with my hair clipped up and an aliceband holding it out of the way for makeup.

Want to hear my plan of attack? Here it is anyway, since I'm still working it out myself.

My sister-in-law is arriving soon to do my make-up (smokey eyes with lots of black, me thinks). Then I will attack my hair with smoothing stuff, volume booster, curling tongs and hair spray. (Woooo...) Then I will attack my legs, shoulders and back with "body gloss" (it smells like chocolate!) and change into my dress, shoes, jewellery.

Then I will talk someone into giving my a lift to my friend's house where the Mr Whippy truck will pick us up to take us to the ball. It's kind of like a challange to have the coolest/most unusual transport to the ball. I hope we get icecream! I am the only girl in a truck of 7 or 8 people. (My close friends aren't going because they are all at uni, of course.)

At the ball we will be breath tested on arrival (and make the national news...). After the ball my brother is taking me to his house to get changed for the after-ball. I'm thinking oull my curls up into a ponytail with one curl wrapped around it, black halter-neck, jeans and heels (how Jeri Ryan is that?) and change my hard out lipgloss for some lighter, more translucent stuff. Grab bag with Guinness in it.

I am going to be so tired by 5.30am when I get home.