The call came through at 4.30 p.m.
Jezza: Hey, help me.
Pand: Sure, what can I do?
Jezza: We have a Christmas Party on Friday night. My costume options have fallen through.
Pand: Oh, what happened.
Jezza: My 'Choose Life' t-shirt won't get to me on time.
Pand: But the 80's is easy to sort.
Jezza: That's why I'm calling you. Can you help me out?
Do I look like the sort of person who can whip an 80's costume out of my bum? Seems like I am.
Pand: Do you have some blue jeans? Maybe on the snug side?
Jezza: I'm perimenopausal - everything is a bit tight.
Pand: Do you have a denim jacket in the same material? If not, I can loan you mine.
Jezza: I think I do.
Pand: Do you have some white runners and some colourful long socks?
Jezza: Yes, I've got them.
Pand: Well. Accessorise that outfit. Find a colourful loose t-shirt, a scrunchie, some pearls and a black lace glove. You're done.
Jezza: Where am I going to get pearls and a glove at this late stage?
Pand: I can loan you some.
Yes. I am the person who has one lace glove, and a few strings of imitation pearls tucked away, out of sight, for such occasions.
I feel rather naff.
We arranged to meet between our places. I needed to get myself to the hairdresser in a Bayside suburb at 7 p.m. Jezza lives east. We met in the Red Rooster car park near the top of Warrigal Road. (Out of interest, had anybody ever seen anybody ever go into a Red Rooster restaurant?)
And I got to the hairdresser on time - with ten minutes to spare even.
I just find it strange that people would think I have this stuff lying around.
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