why dresses are evil

This is why I don't wear dresses. I mean look what happens. (My friend Rose send me more photos from the ball...) I feel all feminine and liberated and sure, there may have been some alcohol involved but I turn in to a crazy beast in black.


Also I hug everyone. Poor Andy, he was very tolerant.


And here is looks like I've stripped poor Kez down and am hugging her naked...


dress + alcohol + crazy Aussie Jen = hugging and freaky photos


Me hugging Rose.