Pub night

Now I'm not usually a nigh time girl, but on New Years Eve, I went to a popular pub in the blue dress my coffee girl gifted to me, and the pub had shut by 9pm.

So I decided to visit around 9pm on Friday, same dress - bound to be crowded, or so I thought. Apart from a brief chat with a female customer at the bar, there was only two small groups of drinkers. So I was in for a quick drink, then headed back home - wife was happy, she doesn't like me out at night either.

But really....I spent a whole 5 minutes on doing my make up (foundation, eyeliner, eyeshadow, mascara and lipstick) and apart from 2 bar workers and the customer at the bar, only my wife got to see the effort I put in. The rest of the evening was spent at home watching "Below Deck" on TV.

Saturday morning was more fun, 6am coffee at McDonalds, then another at 8am before a quick trip to the supermarket to get bacon, before heading home to make wife a breakfast in bed.

yep, that's right, I bring home the bacon 😁

The nice thing about being hairless, is the feel of the swish of the dress on my bum cheeks, the coolness of the seat covers, the cold draft from the supermarket fridges. So many sensations that men in pants will never know.

Of course I had to get out in my new bra, but first some dress rehearsals at home.

Bit disappointed, wife wants her top back so now it's in the "shared space"