She's a Tiger

This was me last night at Baz's Scarface party. I was ever so excited to spend the night dressed as Elvira Hancock.


I spent the night cold and devoid of feeling. Occasionally I would breathe "Fuck you, Tony" and stride out of the room.

Look out world, expensive lady coming through.



The dress came from the op shop (A friend commented on it, telling me I was as sparkly as the moon) and the wig I found in Newtown while junk shopping with my mother. Actually, we were walking down King street discussing my options for my Elvira costume and Mum told me I would need fur coat, because it would be cold. Shortly afterward a super trendy Newtown hipster bloke came sauntering down the street wearing a fur coat and she elbowed me

"Look, you need that coat. You should take his coat!"
"Yeah Mum" I said "Should I go and roll him?"
"Yeah", she said to me "go smash him!"

After the party we went to the Coach and Horses, which is pretty much a tradies pub, and this guy started talking to me, commenting on my outfit.

"Look at you! You look amazing" he said. "You look like you're at the... Logies or something!"

He filled my simple small-town mind with grand, fancy city ideas.