First night out - take two

After my disasterous first attempt to re-enter Friday night cocktail hour, I thought much about why it was so horrid. I came up with the answer - eyelashes. I felt that eyelashes were the key for a successful night out. As my next social event was the Wallabies v Ireland rugby game, I had to make sure that I was in fine form. I had purchased my ticket a few months ago, and I had been looking forward to this game for a long time. It was the first time I was out post-chemo and the first time I was allowed to have more than one rumbo! I had cleared it with my oncologist and he said I was allowed rum 'in moderation'. I suspect that his definition of moderation and mine may differ slightly. I did some investigating and purchased some false eyelashes. The beautician up the road was kind enough to apply them for me, as my last attempt to apply false eyelashes almost ended up with me losing sight in both eyes and gluing three fingers to my eyelid. I was pleasantly surprised how much of a difference having eyelashes made me feel. If I ignored the fact that I had no eyebrows, I felt like I was slowly returning to my old self.

Armed with my friends, drawn on eyebrows, wig and eyelashes I headed out after the game. I was amazed how much confidence it gave me, I didn't feel like a fraud at all and even managed to talk to strange men. Well, not that they were strange, rather they were strangers to me. Although, as it turned out at least one of them was a little strange.......

I was very controlled and didn't go too crazy on the rumbos as I didn't want a hangover. Although, I don't think anything could be worse than a chemo hangover. It was good to be out again and feeling somewhat like myself. I had forgotten the joys of waiting for a cab home on a Saturday night, but when I finally crawled into bed at about 3am, I was exhausted and happy.