We is at the PPP party we’ve been waiting oh so long for. We’ve eaten cupcakes, jellybeans, vodka jellies, cheese (kelly cut the cheese) and crackers, and the PPP signature cocktail (parfait amour and vodka). We’ve painted each other’s nails, had foot spas, swapped clothes, swapped cosmetics, and distributed the PPP giftpacks (full of Jo’s own handmade goodies).
Shirley says “great food, great drinks, great japanese jeans. I’m going home with better stuff than i came with.”
Karen “I got a top!”
Gabrielle “I’m gonna be wrinkle free next time you see me thanks to the “Frownies” from Kowhai”.
Jo says “like f*cken sh*t it’s awesome – thanks for coming guys. Now for the Brazilians!”
Megan says “I have the hands of a six month old.” (thanks to the mary kay hand treatment).
Yay! I send pretty wishes from my sickbed.
Hope you guys are having fun with your singing…. my quote would have been “Eddie Vedder is totally the official rockstar man of PPP. Word.”
I’m pretty sure my comment had more dirty word than that in it I’m sad you’ve all gone home, can’t we like, hang out together forever?
Parfait amour? I’m missing parfait bloody amour? Now I’m annoyed, but mainly at the weather – not all the clothes-trading in the world was getting me out of the house this weekend.
I hope you guys had an amazing night!!! So gutted I missed it, was stricken with the dreaded lurgy.. Hope you have another get together soon..