Dino-Mite

My Dear Princess and Dear Fellow,

So Caro and I are going to Corrie's 30th birthday party tomorrow. It is a costume party. 

"F*ck," said Caro. 

She does not care for costume parties. 

Nevertheless she has organised our outfits, which will be revealed to you tomorrow. In the interim, Jefe and Manda were having a mini-meltdown about it. Manda met me at Look Sharp! a costume store in central Wellington after work. 

Eventually, she managed to get a pair of outfits for them which (again) I will reveal to you tomorrow. 

But while this was happening, I was ALSO getting panicky messages from Briar. 

"I'm low key freaking out about it tbh," she texted. 

There was talk of Taylor Swift. And then Olivia Newton-John. 

"I could be a dinosaur!" said Briar. 

This I was not expecting. But she decided she wanted an inflatable dinosaur suit. "But it doesn't fit the music theme," she said, sadly.

"You could be T. REX!" I said happily. 

Blank.

"Like. You know. The band! T. REX!" 

Blank.

"You know!"

She didn't know. She was born in 1998. That's a whole 20 years after Marc Bolan died. 

Nevertheless, she had her heart set on an inflatable dinosaur suit. But there were none to be found online and she gave up on the idea. "I could be Shania Twain!" she said. "I don't have the costume or anything, but OMG I've found a HAT!"

Great.

So I was DELIGHTED when I found the VERY LAST inflatable dinosaur suit in Look Sharp! I bought it and texted her.

OH MY GOD

THAT IS STUNNING 

She replied. 

OH MY DAYS

She continued.

I think that means she is coming, right?

And look! It's even a T.REX!

Get it on. Bang a gong. Etc.

S.