I have been queuing all week for this event, finally as the doors open. I run inside and grab one of the best seats in the house. I slide into a cosy leather chair and slowly cross my legs. As I do so my red dress slides up my right thigh and I begin to playfully twist my right ankle. I have one seat next to me, I wonder if anyone will join me for a good gossip and to enjoy the show?
However with champagne now in hand, I raise my glass and say “Good luck ladies, May the best woman win!”