MUD and HEELS do not mix

so Med Ball is coming up and contradictory to societal beliefs that meddies are not party animals, this Med Ball boasts a private train to the venue and then two more private trains from the said venue to the after party at this cool club in Melb, GPO!!

but there is the shadow of debate on whether the venue for the ball is a cool thing because of some grand idea, we are having it in the middle of a race course, the Flemington Racecourse.

yes, it's the place where they race horses and they take bets and where the latest equine flu took place.

geez. of all places to choose, they chose a freaking racecourse.

so where are we gonna sit, mister and missus smarty pants who came out with this brilliant idea??

on the field?? in the mud??

in my freaking high heels that i still haven't mastered on solid concrete ground, let alone soft squishy mud...

and hello?? even though it says SPRING in Melb on the calendar, it is NOT spring on my calendar and thermostat!! it drops to freaking 12 degress at night!! and in the middle of the racecourse with no solid concrete walls around me, it will be the Artic Circle all over again.

and call me a romanticist (is there such a word?? ergo realist), but i imagine a ball to be ala Cinderella's... soft lights, tinkling china, hush of voices, music, WARMTH, SOLID SAFE GROUND FOR HEELS.....

but hey, i shall not spoil the romantic notion that is the Med Ball. i shall soldier on with whatever perceptions i have and arrive at the racecourse with a shimmering facade, and pray that my heels do not go quick-sand on me and leave me floundering armpit-high in mud.