So, last night I felt it was only right to give my new Primarni dress its initiation test to see if it would be welcomed into the sorority of my wardrobe. So hit the town we did. Caz and I were let loose in Manchester.
Starting off in Atlas, a fairly quiet bar by Deansgate Locks our conversation was put on hold as two girls walked through the door, one in a skirt that could only be described as a belt, and the other in white hot pants and a skimpy zebra skinned top. Now without sounding too much like my mother, what was she doing?? Why would you wear hot pants in January?? I have never quite understood girls that go out wearing next to nothing in the winter months, my teeth were chattering in my dress and thick woolly jacket! Maybe I'm just a big wimp!
And so we moved on to Epernay, a lovely champagne bar. Here people were dressed much more sensibly, and there was a lovely selection of dresses and outfits to nosey at. My little black dress fitted in perfectly! Digressing slightly, if you ever go to Epernay then you must, must, must try the spiced pear cocktail! its the cocktail of cocktails!!
Walrus in the Northern Quarter was our next appointment where we stopped for a quick boogie before ending the night in TV21, a slightly alternative bar where jeans and t-shirts lived in harmony alongside dresses and heels. Societies own fashion Utopia.
And so, I am pleased to say that the £15 Primark dress had a great night out, wasn't too tight anywhere, didn't fall down, allowed me to move freely and dance like a wild child all night and has been awarded a hanger in my wardrobe, resting until more fun times!
Happy partying! xxx
